"Ooh, sweetheart." "Haven't got enough, you didn't order." "Well, I've only just arrived, so tough." "Well, what do I do now?" "Who is it?" "Dunno, some bloke." "You going to Slimbo's on Friday?" "What is it, drinks?" "Bit of a pizza, I think." "Might do, yeah." "What's happening there, then?" "Move back, if you could, thank you." "Back you go, that's it, back you go." "What's going on?" "What's happening?" "Buggered if I know." "It's orders from above." "But the body's still in there though, isn't it?" "We can't just leave it." "Move back, they said, clear the site." "Special access, they said." "For who?" "Torchwood." "Who's Torchwood?" "Special ops or something." "Is that hot?" "Er, yeah." "They're not allowed in, they could contaminate the evidence." "How come...?" "Don't ask me, there's no procedure any more." "It's a fucking disgrace." "There you go." "I can taste it." "Oestrogen, definitely oestrogen." "You take the Pill, flush it away, it enters the water cycle, feminises the fish, goes all the way up into the sky, then falls all the way back down on to me." "Contraceptives in the rain." "Love this planet." "Still, at least I won't get pregnant." "Never doing that again." "How's it going?" "Nothing yet." "It's got to connect, I've just got to feel it." "Hurry up!" "I'm freezing my arse off." "I can't just flick a switch, it's more like it grants me access." "Whatever that means." "It's like..." "Oh, oh, oh!" "Positions." "If I get punched again, I'm punching it right back." "Just, concentrate." "Suzie?" "There was..." "What was?" "I was.." "Oh, my God, I was going home." "Listen to me, we've only got two minutes so it's important that you listen," "OK?" "Who are you?" "Trust me." "You're dead." "How am I dead?" "You were stabbed." "I'm not dead, I can see you." "We've brought you back but we haven't got long," "I'm sorry but you've got to concentrate, who did this to you?" "What did you see?" "Why am I dead?" "Who attacked you?" "I don't want to be dead." "Sixty seconds." "You've got to think, just focus on me." "What was the last thing you saw?" "I didn't see..." "I don't know." "Who killed you, did you see them?" "I don't know." "There was...something behind me." "Police said one stab wound in the back." "So you didn't see anything?" "No." "What happens now?" "Thirty seconds." "But he didn't see anyone." "Don't waste it." "What else do I say?" "What's your name?" "John." "John Tucker." "OK, John." "Not long now." "Who are you?" "Captain Jack Harkness." "Tell me... what was it like when you died?" "What did you see?" "John." "Tell me what you saw." "Ten seconds." "Nothing." "I saw nothing." "Oh, my God." "There's nothing." "Shit." "I said it was stupid, telling him he was dead." "Well, you try it." ""Trust me", like that's gonna work." "Told the last corpse he was injured, he wasted the whole two minutes screaming for an ambulance." "Maybe there's no right way of doing it." "What do you think?" "You still up?" "In here." "They said on the news, murder in the city centre, were you there?" "No, I dunno, nothing to do with me." "How come you're still up though?" "Banana Boat came round." "He was saying he's got plans, he's off again next summer." "How come you're not pissed then?" "No, we had a cup of tea." "He's read this thing about diabetes." "Me and him having tea, that's middle age, that is." "There's some Chinese in the fridge." "No, I'm knackered." "You coming to bed?" "I'll just finish here." "This man's found his sister." "I'll see you in a minute." "Von, can you do a search for me?" "Oh, join the queue." "It's a Captain Jack Harkness." "Could you check him out?" "I'm busy." "There's proper channels, Gwen." "What sort of Captain?" "Don't know." "Just Captain." "If I've got time." "Thanks!" "If!" "Sarah Pallister, 72, murdered in her front room." "Rani Ghosh, 45, murdered in Robintree Alley." "And now John Tucker, 19, murdered in Llangyfelach Lane." "So far, there's absolutely nothing linking these three victims, apart from the way they died." "As far as we can tell, all with the same weapon." "A blade, approximately eight inches long, three inches deep." "The women were stabbed from the front, but Tucker from behind." "What does that tell us about the killer?" "That he's a coward." "But those people last night, the people in the car, who were they?" "What's Torchwood?" "Dunno, special ops." "Yeah, but what does that mean?" "Bet you ten quid they're DNA specialists, it's all DNA these days, like that CSI bollocks." "CSI Cardiff, I'd like to see that." "They'd be measuring the velocity of a kebab." "Thank you(!" ") Break it up!" "Excuse me." "It's all sealed off up there." "Who did that?" "Thought it was you lot." "But what's it for, what's happened?" "9am, it was all sealed off, they never said." "Chemicals or something." "Hello?" "Sorry, I'm just looking for someone." "Right, yeah." "Clever." "Anyway, I don't know if you saw a man come through here - a tall man, in one of those big sort of military coats." "OK." "If you could answer?" "This is official business." "You all right?" "That's good." "That's a good mask sort of thing." "Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something, but..." "I think we can stop this now, OK?" "It's all very well playing silly buggers, but I'm busy, all right?" "Now, I'm looking for a man in a big grey coat." "I said we can stop being silly." "Ah, there you are, I did ask when I saw Dr" "Mahib cos I thought it was him who said about the police, but he said no, then I said about the chemicals but he said don't be stupid, what chemicals?" "So I don't know, could be anything, who've you got with you there then?" "So much for sealing it off." "Ooh, there's a face!" "Nice one." "Hey, I tell you mate, you should try plastic surgery." "Not on the NHS mind!" "You all right?" "Yeah." "Bloody hell, that is brilliant." "That's like, em, Hellraiser." "That's first class, that is." "Look at that, it's just like real teeth." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Registration" " Charlie Foxtrot Zero Six Foxtrot Delta Uniform." "Charlie Foxtrot Zero Six Foxtrot Delta Uniform." "Hold on." "I think Yvonne wants a word." "No sign of a Captain Jack Harkness." "Did you search outside Cardiff?" "No, that never occurred to me(!" ") Of course I did." "I went nationwide." "There's about 15 Jacks and Johns with that surname, none of them's a captain." "He could've made it up." "The only Captain Jack Harkness on record was American." "That's it, he's American!" "Which you forgot to tell me." "So who is he?" "American volunteer, Royal Air Force, 133 Squadron." "Except he disappeared." "Vanished off the records." "Presumed dead." "When was that?" "1941." "At the height of the Blitz." "On the morning of January 21 1941, Captain Jack Harkness failed to report for duty, never seen again, till now." "What's going on, Gwen, you seeing ghosts?" "You lot!" "Oi!" "Torchwood!" "You can't leave that there." "Police." "I can see that, love, and you're still not leaving it there." "I'm talking to you." "Excuse me!" "Move your bloody car..." "Did you get anything on that registration?" "No such number." "What does that mean?" "Doesn't exist." "Double checked with Swansea, triple-checked, there's nothing, no such vehicle." "But Temple's been asking about you, Gwen." "Are you in trouble?" "I have walked." "I have bloody walked." "They were here, and then they were gone." "And look, there's nowhere to hide." "They just disappeared." "Temple's not just livid, he's doing his nut." "There was a man, I'm telling you, there was this porter, he was in a porter's uniform, and he was killed, or at least he was injured, he must've been injured," "right in front of me, this man in a mask, sort of lashed out, and..." "And I've told you, all hospital staff, present and correct." "I saw it." "That's it?" "Gwen, sweetheart, think about it, what sort of story is that?" "You're not well." "Come with me." "I'll take you home." "They were here." "Come on." "Look at me!" "Hot pot!" "Or, as the French call it, ho po." "Oh, I should've phoned." "I've got to work." "You should be off sick." "I know, but they were short and there's a match on tonight, so I said I'd take another shift." "I'm sorry." "Forgive me." "Go on, forgive me." "Say you forgive me, you do, don't you?" "OK I got to go." "Excuse me, Gwen Cooper, CID." "I'm making some enquiries round the Bay." "I need to check some people out on your list, if that's OK." "I don't suppose you deliver to a Captain Jack Harkness?" "I dunno." "Well, could you have a look?" "Nope." "He's not a regular anyway." "J Harkness?" "Or just Harkness?" "No." "OK." "Never mind." "Thanks anyway." "I don't suppose you've got a Torchwood?" "Oh, aye, we do them all the time." "They're good customers." "Oh, hiya." "Sorry I'm late." "Someone ordered pizza." "Who's it for?" "I think it's a..." "Mr Harkness." "Don't keep them waiting." "I can't do this, I'm sorry." "I'm rubbish." "I give up!" "He set me off." "Well, that lasted nought point two seconds." "She's actually carrying pizza!" "Come on!" "She was gonna say," ""Here's your pizza," and I was going to say, "How much?" and she says," ""Oh, whatever, twenty quid,"" "and I say, "Oh, I don't have any money." I was working on a punchline." "I'd have got there." "But it would've been good!" "There's your pizza." "I'd better go." "We've gone past that stage." "You must've been freezing out there." "How long were you walking around?" "Three hours?" "You could see me?" "And before we go any further, who the hell orders pizza under the name of Torchwood?" "Me." "I'm sorry." "I'm a twat." "That man, at the hospital, that porter, what happened to him?" "That was real, wasn't it?" "He was attacked." "He's dead." "But there's no-one gone missing." "We took the body, changed the work rota, planted a false witness who saw him leaving the hospital, giving him an alibi for the next 48 hours, so when his body's pulled out of the docks next Tuesday night," "he's only been missing for three days." "He was murdered?" "Yes." "And you covered it up?" "That's my job." "And that other man, John Tucker?" "Last night in the alleyway," "I saw you." "And what did you see?" "You revived him." "No." "What did you see?" "You resuscitated him." "No, what did you see?" "You brought him back to life." "Yeah." "Who are you?" "Torchwood." "What's Torchwood?" "This is Torchwood." "All around you." "And what happens to me?" "I'm police." "Constable Gwen Cooper." "You can't do anything." "Right then, PC Cooper... ..d'you want to come see?" "See what?" "You saw the murder." "Come and see the murderer." "Go with him." "What is Torchwood?" "Who are you?" "What is this place?" "SCREECHING" "What was that?" "Pterodactyl." "Are you coming?" "It's all right - it's safe, it's sedated." "It's called a Weevil." "Or at least, we call them Weevils." "We don't know their real name, cos they're not too good at communicating." "But we've got a couple of hundred of them in the city living in the sewers, feeding off the..." "Well, it's the sewers, you can guess." "But every once in a while, one of them goes rogue, comes to the surface, attacks." "Actually, it's been happening more and more and we have no idea why." "But it's alien." "Look into its eyes." "There you go." "Take your time." "It was born on a different world and it's real." "Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper." ""Doctor" Owen Harper, thank you." "Toshiko Sato, Suzie Costello, she's second-in-command." "And this is Ianto Jones," "Ianto cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time." "I try my best." "And he looks good in a suit." "Careful, that's harassment, sir." "Why are you telling me their names?" "I'm not supposed to know, am I?" "This is classified, isn't it?" "Way beyond classified." "Then you shouldn't be telling me." "What are you gonna do to me?" "What d'you imagine?" "Well, I've seen too much." "Your names and everything, and the Weevil, and..." "You can dump a man in the water and lie about his death." "OK!" "Tosh, finish that calibration tomorrow morning." "Owen, first thing, get a hold of Chandler and Bell, cos I think they're lying." "Ianto, if he needs back-up, then you'd better be on stand-by." "Suzie," "I know it's a pain in the ass, but I need the costing on the glove research, and you're coming with me." "I'm getting tired of following you." "No you're not, and you never will." "Stand on here." "C'mon, next to me." "Good night!" "Now, you came in through the front door." "Let's take the scenic route." "But they can see the lift." "Why aren't they...?" "We're right out in the open." "They can see everything!" "Do they look like they can see us?" "No, but..." "Look at us!" "We couldn't be any more public!" "Hello!" "Hey, you there, hello!" "It's called a perception filter." "He can sort of see us, but we don't quite register." "Just like something in the corner of your eye." "It only works on this exact spot." "Step off..." "Hi!" "Nice night!" "And lo, we are perceived." "How does it work?" "No idea." "We know how to use it, not how it happens." "But if I were to guess, I'd say that there was once a dimensionally transcendental chameleon-circuit placed right on this spot which welded its perception properties to a spatio-temporal rift." "But that sounds kind of ridiculous." ""Invisible lift" has got more of a ring to it." "But if no-one can see it when the lift's coming up, there's a bloody big hole in the floor, don't people fall in?" "That is so Welsh." "What is?" "I show you something fantastic - you find fault." "I just don't understand..." "I tell you what I don't understand." "You're gonna rattle on with that," ""How can this be true?" What's it gonna take for you people?" "If you want evidence of aliens, how about that great spaceship hovering over London on Christmas Day?" "What about the battle of Canary Wharf?" "A Cyberman in every home!" "My boyfriend says it's like a sort of terrorism." "Like they put drugs in the water supplies - psychotropic drugs, causing mass hallucinations and stuff." "Yeah, well your boyfriend's stupid." "Oh, you've met him?" "So...you catch aliens?" "Yup." "You catch aliens for a living?" "Yes, we do." "You're an alien-catcher?" "Yes, I am." "Caught any good aliens?" "Tons of 'em!" "That's hell of a job." "Sure is." "This is so weird." "And who are you, then?" "Captain Jack Harkness." "I did some research and there's only one Captain Jack Harkness on record." "And he disappeared in 1941." "Well..." "that couldn't be me...could it?" "We don't just catch aliens." "We scavenge the stuff they leave behind." "Find ways of using it." "Arming the human race for the future." "The twenty-first century is when it all changes, and you've got to be ready." "But who's in charge of you?" "We're separate from the government." "Outside the police." "Beyond the United Nations." "Cos if one power got hold of this stuff, they could use it for their own purposes." "But so could you." "All alien technology stays on the base." "No-one's allowed to take anything outside." "So go on, then." "How the hell did you end up in Cardiff?" "This is Torchwood Three." "Torchwood One was London, destroyed in the battle." "Torchwood Two is an office in Glasgow, very strange man." "Torchwood three, Cardiff." "Torchwood Four's kinda gone missing, but we'll find it one day." "So you just fancied Cardiff?" "There's a rift in space and time running right through the city." "The Weevils didn't come in a spaceship." "They just slip through." "All sorts of things get washed up here." "Creatures, timeshifts, space junk, debris, flotsam and jetsam." "Sounds like Cardiff, yeah." "Hey, don't knock it, I'm a citizen." "But where are you from?" "All sorts of places." "Thing is, we could liaise on this... the serial killer." "I could be like your liaison with the police." "Right, I can see the mistake." "You think because we showed up we're out to catch the killer." "Sorry." "Nothing to do with us." "Then what were you doing there?" "Testing the glove." "We need murder victims, simple as that." "The glove only works on the recently deceased, and the more violent the trauma, the stronger the resurrection." "All we need is fresh meat." "No, you were asking that man," "John Tucker, I saw you, you were asking him about his killer." "He'd just been murdered, what else are you gonna ask?" "You could get an ID." "You could help." "We're busy." "And your work is more important?" "Now you've got it." "Well, that's tough shit." "Cos if you let me go, then I have a duty, cos that glove could help us." "If you remember." "What d'you mean?" "How's your drink?" "Have you poisoned me?" "Don't be so dramatic." "It's an amnesia pill." "My own recipe, with a touch of denial and a dash of retcon." "Wake up tomorrow morning, you'll have forgotten everything about Torchwood." "Worse still, you'll have forgotten me... ..which is kind of tragic." "Don't think you can fight it by staying awake." "I mixed in a little bit of sedative too." "Then I'll tell someone!" "D'you really want us to come and find them too?" "You bastard." "Language!" "Nice knowing you, Gwen Cooper." "Hello." "All right?" "You having a good time?" "I was." "Can I buy you a drink?" "No, thanks, I'm fine." "Am I wasting my time?" "I dunno, are you?" "I've got to be up early and I've got hell of a day tomorrow and I can't be bothered with all the chat." "So...do you want a drink or what?" "Bloody hell fire." "You're coming home with me, you are." "Right now!" "Oi, you bastard, come here!" "Linda, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" "!" "I'm taking him home and I'm having him, now piss off!" "What the fuck d'you think you're doing with my girlfriend?" "Hey, she was on her own." "She never said." "You fucking tosser." "Colin, button it, he's mine." "Do you want to have a go?" "You want to have a go?" "Come on then mate!" "Well, if it makes it easier..." "I am so having you." "I'm having him first!" "Taxi!" "Did you get pissed?" "No." "What time is it?" "Seven thirty." "You said you were working last night." "I was." "Then how come you fell asleep in here?" "I haven't, I was...typing." "That is work." "I'm not having a go, I'm just saying." "Not exactly clever going out on the lash when you've just had a bang on the head." "I hope you didn't drive in that state." "Who were you with?" "Diane?" "Must've been." "Yeah." "Have any luck?" "With what?" "Captain Jack Harkness." "How d'you mean?" "Who's he?" "Oh, well don't worry about me, just go ahead, wasting my time." "Aye, aye." "Come to see where the real work's done?" "Yes, sir, that's right, sir." "How's it going?" "Sod all." "Is that the murder weapon?" "Clever, mind, they worked it all out on a computer." "Took measurements from the stab wounds, calculated the shape of the blade and stuff, even those prongs - I don't know how they do it." "Nasty-looking beast, though." "D'you recognise it?" "No." "We're trying to trace it." "Can't be that many of 'em." "Sort of ornamental." "We're checking the CDE logs with customs in case it's been imported." "Find the knife, we might find the killer." "Anyway, if it rings any bells, give's a shout." "Yeah." "Thanks." "..I said to Geoff, it's not demotion being put in goal, it's vital, but was he having any of it?" "He's off and moaning, says, who books the ground, who pays the subs?" "And all the time, he's wheezing away, and I'm like, Geoff, you're proving my point mate..." ""You never come down, you're in charge of transport." "" I said, "Mam, I can't go hopping on a truck!"" "All that Christmas stuff, all over again, I was like, for God's sake, leave it..." "Hello again." "You were right." "You told Jack we should liaise with the police." "I was the only one who bothered." "So I was the only one who saw the report." "They got a good likeness." "I'm arresting you for..." "How do I know you?" "I thought you saw it." "And that can trip the amnesia, one image, if you're clever." "He said you were good." "Anyway." "It's not much good now, I can't really..." "But you're gonna put up a fight." "So I've got..." "Um." "Hold on." "Sorry." "There." "That's better." "Put it down." "You had to come back." "Put down the gun." "You're the only one who can make the link." "Well, the only one in public." "Torchwood's gonna find out by morning, but I'll be gone." "I don't know where." "Far away." "What am I gonna do?" "I loved this job." "I really loved it." "And now I've got to run." "Oh, Christ." "How can you do any other job after this one?" "Please." "Put down the gun." "Cos it gets inside you." "You do this job for long enough, and you end up thinking," ""How come we get all the Weevils and bollocks and shit?"" "Is that what alien life is?" "Filth?" "But maybe there's better stuff out there, brilliant stuff, beautiful stuff." "Just... they don't come here." "This planet's so dirty, that's all we get - the shit." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I wish I could forget." "Why did you kill those people?" "For the glove." "Stay where you are." "I needed the bodies." "That's how it works." "Violent death." "And it was so easy." "To bring them back," "I'd position myself behind the head, so they'd never see me twice." "You killed three people." "It was the only way." "The more I use the glove, the more I control it." "I don't understand, what glove?" "If I can get enough practice, then think what that glove could do." "If I could get it work all the time, on anything, beyond the two minutes, if it could work permanently, it could resurrect." "Resurrection on demand for the whole world, isn't that good?" "Isn't it though?" "Well, that's what I've been working for, all day and all night." "The rest of them go swanning about, but I'm working." "You've got to get inside this stuff." "Surrender yourself to it." "I did, with the knife, and the glove, and that's why the perception filter isn't gonna work on me." "Where did he come from?" "What have you done?" "Please don't." "I can't let you go." "Please." "I've got to." "I'm sorry." "Don't, don't, don't." "I've got to, I've got to, I've got to." "Put down the gun." "Susie, it's over." "Now, come with me." "I remember." "I remember." "I remember." "Owen and Toshiko, you didn't tell them that you were shot in the head and survived." "You didn't tell them either." "Followed my lead." "Keep doing that, and you might just get through this." "But she killed you." "I can't die." "OK." "But I can't." "Something happened to me a while back." "Long story." "And far away." "But I was killed, and then I was brought back to life, and ever since then..." "I can't die." "But how?" "I don't know." "One day, I'll find a doctor, the right sort of doctor and maybe he can explain it." "But until then..." "Nothing kills you?" "Kind of freaks people out, so..." "Best if you don't say anything." "It doesn't matter anyway." "You'll only wipe my memory again." "Why would I do that?" "Torchwood's got a vacancy." "Job going spare." "Do you want it?" "But what d'you need me for?" "Cos maybe you were right." "We could do more to help." "What d'you think, d'you want to join up?" "Yeah." "I do." "Yes." "Subtitles captured by BodoWitcha"