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(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

WOMAN: Come on, Tyler.

Tyler, just stop it. I haven't got time to muck around.

Tyler!

All right! I'lljust leave you there. Is that what you want?

-If I leave you in the middle of town? -MAN: Suzette!

Suzette, we're going to be late.

Suzette! Stop it. You're just looking silly.

Do you want other people to see you looking silly?

If he gives you any more trouble,

your dad's going round his house to punch his face in.

I'll punch his bloody mother. You got that, David?

I've booked the car for 7:30 but I might have to leave it on standby.

If Baxter starts talking he never stops, so I can't guarantee what time...

Tell you what, I'll send you a text from the motorway.

(DOOR OPENS)

Steven, if you leave the front door open,

those cats are gonna get in.

Darling, don't just stand there, you're gonna be late.

Steven!

Steven?

Stop playing games! Get out of the way!

(HORNS HONKING)

Oi! I said bloody shift, man!

David? Are you listening to me?

Mica, oi! You two, look at me.

See you, then.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(SCOFFS)

And you can shut up and all.

You were the one crying. You were like a baby.

-I seen you. -Was not.

-Was! -Not.

You two, you're gonna be late.

We're going, look!

I'm going round to Polly's later. See you! Bye!

What?

You are pushing it, you are, young man. Come on!

All right, Glyn? What's occurring?

I've been watching the bay. No sea monsters!

Ah! Still early.

Anyone in?

You two having shenanigans in the dark?

Jack?

Morning!

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

-Clear! -Yeah.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

-And again. -Charging 200.

Clear!

(MONITOR FLATLINING)

I think we should call it. Everyone agree?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Okay, time of death, 09:17.

Sally, I can leave it with you, yeah?

I'll go and tell them.

Sorry.

We did everything we could, but he didn't make it.

Oh, that's a shame.

-It's very sad. -Poor old Mr Williams.

It's very sad, indeed.

There'll have to be an autopsy

but I'd say his heart gave out.

Brave old heart.

You were neighbours, is that right?

(SIGHS) We live next door.

He's got no family to speak of.

All on his own.

We'd just keep an eye on him, you know.

Well, I'm sure he appreciated it.

If only there were more like you two in the world.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I know it's an imposition, but with us being such good neighbours...

Can we see the body?

(SIGHING) Bless him.

God rest his soul.

Say, do you think we could, uh... Just on our own...

Of course you can.

Just come and find me once you're done. And I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

He thought we were together, like a couple.

He said, "You two."

The way he said it, huh, "You two."

Well, we are. Does it matter?

Don't know. It's all a bit new to me, that's all.

-Laser saw. -Thank you.

(SAW HUMMING)

Tongs.

Almost.

-Got it. -Sorry, one more...

thing.

-There! -What?

(EXHALING) Ooh. Now, look at it.

That's not human, is it? Does that look human? No, it does not.

It's just a hitchhiker he picked up. Didn't kill him.

Some say they're positively beneficial.

They release endorphins into the bloodstream.

He died a happy man. And I've got Tupperware.

And we're very considerate, we don't leave any mess.

(SIGHS) Thank you very much.

We'lljust get out of your way.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Whatever it was...

That was mutilation, I should report you.

Then why don't you?

Well, that thing... What the hell was it?

That hitchhiker?

Try putting it into a report.

-You're Torchwood? -Never heard of 'em.

There are bodies going missing.

How many?

This whole city talks about you.

What bodies? Where?

It started two months ago.

Bodies taken down to the mortuary, then the records just stop.

Five of them. Five in two months.

And none of them white.

One of West Indian descent, one African, three Chinese.

All male.

What was your name again?

Rupesh.

Rupesh Patanjali.

-What do you think? -NHS.

Yeah, too much red tape.

Sorry, but good luck with it.

Don't... Look... Wait a minute!

-See you. -Sir.

Oh, Christ!

-Good morning, sir. -Morning.

Good morning to you, too.

Colonel Oduya for you, sir. Unscheduled.

I'd remind you, you've got a category meeting at quarter past.

-You'd better come through. -Thank you.

I'm late. I'm sorry. Oh, my God! I'm really, really sorry.

Good morning.

-Bridget Spears. -Lois Habiba.

Right. This will be your desk.

Just tell me it's something small.

Tell me it's a meteorite or a shadow on the moon.

Just for once, tell me it's easy.

It might be nothing, sir.

But it's my job to inform the government,

even if it turns out to be a false alarm.

Then what is it?

Children, sir. It's the children.

You are going to get us killed.

No, you get killed, not me. You die like a dog, like an ugly dog.

Oi, Chuckle Brothers. Think I've found something.

Yeah, well, I want you to do a check on St Helen's Hospital,

specifically the morgue.

Well, there's a computer. Do it yourself.

Meanwhile, I've been getting reports of 17 road traffic accidents

happening right across the country, all the way from Glasgow to St Ives.

Is that above average?

Well, they all occurred between 8:40 and 8:41.

Seventeen road traffic accidents happening at exactly the same minute.

And every single one of them involving children.

That'll be the school run.

All of them were just standing in the road.

Not crossing the road, just standing.

I saw it myself, Jack.

Two kids on Market Street. Well, they just stopped.

But the accidents are just one part of the picture.

Because every other child stopped at the same time.

And not just in Britain.

Same reports from France, 15 road traffic accidents.

All timed around 9:40.

They're an hour ahead, so it was simultaneous.

All involving children?

Yeah, hold on, still cross-referencing. Here we go.

Reports coming in, RTAs in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Luxembourg.

Germany, India, Egypt, Guyana.

Spain, Portugal, Bosnia, Tokyo.

Singapore.

At 8:40 GMT, most of America was asleep.

But even there, I'm beginning to get reports.

I think we can assume it's all of them, sir.

As far as we can tell, at 8:40 this morning,

every single child in the world stopped.

Seen anything like this before, Jack?

No way. Kids.

Until we receive further information,

we don't know if it's extraterrestrial in origin,

though the United Nations have taken UNIT up to yellow alert, just in case.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Bloody hell.

And, uh, Colonel Mace, how is he getting on?

He's fine.

Wouldn't mind a post in Vancouver myself.

-Wonderful countryside, so they say. -Nice for some.

Sorry, my name's Lois. Lois Habiba.

Just started today.

I'm helping out Miss Spears while they introduce the new computer system.

-Thank you. -All right.

All done.

What's his uniform? That's not British Army, is it?

If you could start transferring the names and addresses.

-You have two daughters, is that right? -Yeah.

Maybe I should get them home from school.

I'd be careful, sir.

I wouldn't do anything to draw any attention.

Right now, this thing's random enough to go unnoticed,

and if anyone files a news report, we'll be crushing it.

But so far, we're the only ones with the software

clever enough to piece this all together.

Well, us and Torchwood.

Do you want me to talk to them?

They're a pain in the backside, but they can be helpful.

We're on to them right now.

Okay, find out anything, let me know, immediately.

Of all the times for Martha Jones to go on holiday.

I get Sergeant Grunt. I'm talking to a sergeant.

Don't you dare phone her. She's on her honeymoon.

What did they say?

UNIT base in Washington has run some tests on a couple of kids,

brain scans, blood sugar, checking for radiation.

Nothing.

IANTO: You were right, he's back.

(LAUGHS) I said so.

Who's back?

What's he doing?

Waiting, just like you said. He's been there 20 minutes.

-Persistent. -Good sign.

-Dogmatic. -Always a plus.

Oh, Christ, never work with a couple, you two talk like twins!

Now tell me who he is.

Rupesh Patanjali, he saw the hitchhiker.

He's the bodies-going-missing man.

Dr Patanjali.

We need a doctor.

What, and you just let him follow you?

Ask about Torchwood and most people point towards the bay.

Oh.

You bastards.

That's exactly what you did to me the first time we met.

Well, sod that!

I'm promoting myself to recruitment officer.

She's calling us a couple now.

What's your problem?

Just saying.

I hate the word "couple".

Me, too.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey!

Rupesh, isn't it?

Yeah.

Gwen Cooper. I'm Torchwood.

Three of the bodies were Chinese.

-Were they related? -No, one was 27 years old.

And the other two were in their fifties. But not from the same family.

Bit odd, though, statistically.

-In a city this small. -That's what I thought.

Mind you, nothing compared to that hitchhiker.

Freak you out?

-Oh, yeah. -Yeah, me, too.

Apparently, anyone could have one.

-Don't, I know. -This place...

Ever since I moved here, it's just weird.

Where you from, then?

-Me? I'm from Chesterfield. -Hmm.

I came down here 18 months back.

-Enjoying it? -Very much, yeah.

I bet it doesn't pay you much, though.

Not at first. Could be worse.

Torchwood's paid by the Crown.

First pay cheque, I almost fell over.

I had to hide it from my boyfriend, I was buying clothes,

had to stash 'em under the bed.

What's it like, inside Torchwood?

I mean, what do you do?

-Why are you so interested? -Well...

From what I've heard, it just sounds... I don't know.

-Exciting? -I suppose.

-Glamorous? -No, more sort of...

The thing is, we've all seen it now,

the past few years, alien life.

Even though half the world's still denying it.

For me...

(SIGHS)

Okay.

It's the suicides.

The past few years, suicide rates have doubled

and that's ever since the first alien.

My first case, my first death, was a suicide.

Do you know why she did it?

'Cause she'd written all these letters...

She'd been a Christian all her life,

and then alien life appears.

She wrote this bit, she said, "It's like science has won."

Lost her faith.

More than that.

She said she saw her place in the universe,

and it was tiny.

She died because she thought she was nothing.

I went through that, even now I get terrified.

But at the same time, it is brilliant.

And beautiful.

And completely bloody magic.

It's bigger, you know. It's like...

It's like the whole wide world is bigger.

My life is bigger.

Shit!

Sasha, love, come on.

Look, I haven't got time, I gotta be in work.

Jack, get up here right now! It's happening again!

The children!

They're doing it again!

Are you all right?

We're fine, she's just playing a game.

Okay.

MOTHER: Now, come on, sweetheart. People are staring at you.

-(BREATHING HEAVILY) -Sasha, stop it!

(CHILDREN SHRIEKING)

What's she doing? What's that noise?

-I don't know. -Sasha, stop it.

Sasha! Please help her.

There's another one.

It's all right. It's all right. I'm a doctor.

(SHRIEKING STOPS)

CHILDREN: (IN DEEP, DISTORTED VOICES) We. We. We. We.

We. We. We.

-We. -Whoa!

CHILDREN: We are.

We are. We are.

We are coming. We are coming.

Oh, my God!

We are coming. We are coming. We are coming.

Who's got children? Find me a kid. Find me a bloody kid, now.

MAN: We are coming.

He won't stop. He keeps saying the same thing over and over.

We are coming. We are coming.

-CHILDREN: We are coming. -Sasha, please!

-CHILDREN: We are coming. -Oh, my God!

CHILDREN: We are coming!

Who are you? Who's coming?

Come on, then.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING AND LAUGHING)

Why is that man filming us? Are we going to be on telly?

(EXCLAIMS HAPPILY)

(GASPING)

You all right?

(GASPS) They've found me.

Gwen, I'll get on to the Home Office,

this thing's gone public, they're gonna need us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where do you think you're going?

Um... I don't know. I could help.

(PAGER RINGING)

-Doing what? -You're bleeping.

Shit, yeah. Sorry!

Whole city's come to a standstill, they're going to need you in A&E.

We'll get back to you, I promise.

What's in there?

Big science-fiction superbase.

Honestly! See you.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(PAGER BEEPING)

Sorry, we've got no comment.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Can we leave it for now? All right.

He's not seeing anyone at the moment.

The Home Secretary is demanding information, sir,

and if you're liaising with UNIT...

No, I'm sorry, I don't know who that is. I'm new.

Anybody else, just tell them no, Bridget. No more calls.

WOMAN: Bridget, sorry...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

You can come with them.

I'll have to abandon the press list.

Can you setup an auto-reply? You'll have to get into my account.

That's the user name, Spears. Password, Hastings.

-Capital H, rest of it lower case. -Right.

Bridget, I want to see Mr Frobisher.

Will you excuse me?

-Sir. -I said no one.

Mr Dekker, sir.

456.

I warned you.

Just tell him it's Captain Jack Harkness,

he'll take the call.

I'm sorry, I can't.

If you could just leave a number or...

JACK: Tell him it's Torchwood.

Right, and how do you spell that?

You're working for the Home Office and you've never heard of Torchwood?

I'm new, started today.

Just what I need. Sorry, not your fault.

(SIGHS) Picked a hell of a day.

Listen, just tell him Torchwood. W-O-O-D.

We might be able to help, okay?

-What was your name? -Lois. Lois Habiba.

Good luck to you, Lois Habiba.

(BEEPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Right, too many people...

(SIREN WAILING)

Been a while since we had visitors down here.

Thought you'd forgotten about us.

It's hardly the glamorous side of Thames House,

my little domain.

We converted the readings onto digital years ago.

But I kept the original equipment.

Call it nostalgia.

Then this morning, it woke up.

8:40 and again at 10:30,

transmitting on the 456.

(SCREECHING OVER SPEAKER)

Just five seconds in duration, but that's enough.

What's it saying?

Well, I think it's a burst of compressed information.

I'm running it through the translators, it might take a while.

(SCREECHING OVER SPEAKER)

But the point is, the 456 was open.

But why would they change?

(SCOFFS) That's your job to find out.

I'll have to tell the Prime Minister.

Elected officials? They just come and go.

The 456 was here before him and it'll be here long after he's gone.

So will we.

The civil service, John.

The cockroaches of government.

Have you got kids?

Too busy working.

Turns out to be a godsend.

So I think it's a transmission, a pulse, a broadcast.

Like the mosquito alarm, the one that only kids can hear.

Something unique to prepubescence.

Maybe testosterone interferes with the signal and oestrogen...

-GIRL ON SCREEN: We are coming. -Oh, no, no, no, hold on!

We're dumbos, we're missing the bleeding obvious here, look!

Recorded in Taiwan. Point being, anyone?

We are coming.

-It's English. -Exactly.

And all the footage is the same.

So every single child in the whole wide world is speaking English.

So, why is that?

I guess if you scan the Earth from the outside,

you'd register English as the dominant language.

Actually, that would be Chinese. Well, Mandarin.

There's about a billion people speak Mandarin,

-that's three times more than English. -GWEN: Oh, my God!

-What? -GWEN: Okay, ready?

So, every single child in the world is talking in unison, yeah?

-BOTH: Yeah. -Every single child...

-We are coming. -...and one man.

We are coming.

What the hell, who's he?

Name's Timothy White, he's a patient in a psychiatric ward,

the Duke of York Hospital, East Grinstead.

JACK: How did you get this footage? GWEN: Staff emailed it to the police.

Well, every police force is swamped

with mums and dads going absolutely mental.

So it was just waiting in line.

I reckon no one else has noticed him yet.

East Grinstead.

-That's what, two hours? -I'm on it.

GWEN ON PHONE: IknowIpromised. shut up. Change of plan.

Oh, it's all right. I thought you'd be busy.

(CHUCKLES) "We are coming!"

Eh, but what's it like?

The estate agent hasn't turned up. Ah, fair do's, she's probably got kids.

-So, what do you think's causing it? -Ah, I can't say. Top secret.

-You haven't got a clue, have you? -No idea.

Tell you what, looks nice from the outside.

I reckon we could knock 10 grand off the asking price.

Three bedrooms, one could be a nursery.

-Oh, stop it. -Well, one day.

You can, uh, adopt a Filipino and get her to clean the chimneys.

Thing is, I was thinking though, right, those kids went off at 8:40,

when everyone's on their way to school, then at 10:30, that's break time.

It's like it was timed, you know?

So you'd get maximum kids out in the open, visible to everyone.

I suppose.

RHYS: Yeah, but that means it's timed around Britain.

Specific British hours, yeah?

It might be worldwide,

but I reckon someone's looking right at us.

That's brilliant.

That is brilliant. You're not bad, you, are you?

-I'm bloody superb. -Oh, my God!

Severn Bridge!

I'm going into England. Farewell forever.

Good luck. Have you got currency?

Yes, and I've had my injections. See you!

Lunchtime. This place should be buzzing with kids.

-Everyone's taken them home. -We need a child.

'Cause we need to test those frequencies.

Find the right frequency and we can find out who's transmitting.

Where do you get a child, though?

I can find you lasers and Weevils, hitchhikers.

But kids...

See you later.

Where are you going?

Now who's a couple?

(BIG BEN CHIMING)

When I was a kid, it was the bomb.

Iron Curtain, Reds under the bed, it was all so bloody simple.

Now it comes raining down from the skies,

made of metal,

stinking green and God knows what.

I find myself running a country under siege from above.

-What do you recommend that we do? -You tell me.

Given that this is now worldwide, Prime Minister,

it might be best if certain...

historical events were taken off the record.

-So Britain gets a clean sheet? -Yes, sir.

How do we know if these...

What do we call them?

The 456, they never gave a name.

We just called them the 456 after the frequency allocation.

Well, how do we know that the 456 will keep quiet?

We don't.

All we can do is hope to cover ourselves.

(SIGHS)

You'll have to issue a Blank Page.

No.

Then, what do we do?

I'm not having my name on this.

You never told me. I was never a part of it.

I never knew.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Then I take it that that...

leaves the Blank Page with me?

Just don't tell me about it.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Darling, it's in the bottom drawer. I put them there yesterday, yeah?

Ah, I thought so.

Good to see you. How's things?

-Terrifying. -Uncle Jack!

Steven! Hey, soldier! How you doing?

I was talking like an alien, everyone was!

-It was brilliant! -You'd better come in.

(CAR LOCK BEEPS)

(VIDEO GAME BLARING)

Only me.

Oh, bloody hell! We must be in trouble.

-Or is it Christmas? -How are they?

Yeah, it was a bit of a scare.

I brought 'em home, just in case.

But I reckon it's that group hysteria thing.

Like when lots of girls all faint at the same time.

-Did you say thanks to your uncle? -I did.

David, your uncle Ianto's here!

I was thinking I missed Mica's birthday,

thought I could take her to McDonald's or something.

That's all of £3.95, you big spender.

-All right, cinema. -Yeah, that'd be nice.

You'd like that wouldn't you, Mica?

I thought maybe this afternoon?

No chance. What about Saturday?

I'm kind of busy on Saturday.

You're a civil servant. They don't work weekends,

they invented weekends. And I'm not having her going out.

Not today, not with all that voice thing.

I want 'em where I can see 'em.

-She'll be with me. -She's staying put.

Right, fine. Just an idea. I won't bother you.

Oh, that's it, is it? You're just going to go now.

Oh, sit down, you daft sod.

I got some of that spinach dip.

And you and me, well...

(CLEARS THROAT) We got things to talk about.

-What things? -You've been seen.

It said on the news that we should send them back to school tomorrow.

Do you think it's safe?

Well, I don't know any more than you.

-Oh, come on. -I don't!

Any word from Joe?

In Italy, with her.

They finally got married.

He, uh...

He phones every now and then and sends Steven postcards,

remembers his birthday.

There are worse fathers.

How are you off for money?

Don't worry about that, you give me enough.

Kind of easy writing cheques, huh?

Alice, you're the one who asked me to stay away.

I'd come round here every week if you wanted me to... Every day.

Yeah.

I just can't stand it, Dad.

I look older than you do and it's never gonna stop.

I get older and older and you stay the same.

One day, you're gonna be standing at my funeral,

looking just like you did when you were standing at Mum's.

No wonder she was so furious. You make us feel old.

Actually, I found a grey hair.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, well, that is the end of the world.

(CHUCKLES)

You ever going to tell him?

What do I say, that you're his grandfather?

Well, he's too young to notice right now that I don't age.

But one day he's gonna realise...

And that's another good reason for you to stay away.

I suppose.

I could make the most of it while he's still young.

Take him out, buy him stuff.

Me and him sort of thing.

You mean today?

While I'm here, may as well.

Oh, you bastard.

Something happens to the kids,

and you want to spend time with him on the same day.

You are not experimenting on that boy, Dad, not ever.

That's why I want you to stay away, because you're dangerous.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Dr Patanjali, you were paging me?

Rupesh, Captain Jack Harkness.

You've got a children's ward, haven't you?

I need a kid.

Susan on the corner was in town and it was their anniversary.

So they went to that posh French place in town, by the memorial.

And there was you.

So...

There was you, having dinner with a man.

So?

Having dinner with a man, in a restaurant.

-So? You have dinner with Tina. -Not in town.

Susan said he was gorgeous.

Like a film star.

-Like an escort. -He's my boss.

Well, she said it was intimate.

I said, "Well, he's had girlfriends."

And she said, "Well, no girl was getting her feet round that table.

"No chance."

Have you gone bender?

Mica's hearing this.

She's not bothered. Her friend Sian's got two mothers.

Go on.

You never tell me anything these days.

Dad died, that was it.

You were off, you couldn't wait.

Like I did something wrong.

I didn't, did I?

It's not that.

It's my job.

It's difficult.

It's...

(SIGHS)

He is very handsome.

-No! -Now, stop it.

You're kidding me!

Really, though?

Really...

Christ almighty.

He's nice, though, is he?

Is he? Oh, my...

I mean, since when?

It's weird.

It's just different.

It's not men, it's...

It's just him.

It's only him.

And I don't even know what it is, really, so...

So, no broadcasting it.

Oh, no, honest. I won't say.

If you want it kept quiet...

(DOOR SHUTS)

I swear, I won't say a word, I promise.

Aye, aye, gay boy.

She says you're taking it up the arse.

Mica, will you get off that thing?

Thanks.

How have you been, then, you smart bastard?

(LAUGHING DELIGHTEDLY)

(CAR ALARM RINGING)

Hey, who's car is that outside, is that you? Black thing.

Oh, that's the company car.

You want to watch it on this estate, boy.

No, it's fine, top of the rain. it's got a triple deadlock.

Oh, aye, sounds like it.

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Oh!

But it's got a triple deadlock, they can't have!

No, 'cause what they do is, see,

they drive round the block, then come back for a lap of honour.

The victory parade, we get 'em.

-We should phone the police. -No, it's more fun this way.

Right, here they come, get ready.

(HONKING)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

(SHOUTING)

David, get inside now!

That's my car!

Close the window, I'm not telling you again! Get inside!

I'll take your computer off you, get in.

That's my car.

Timothy White, 52 years old, he's been with us three months.

But he's got a history of being in and out of care all his life.

Timothy White's, my mum used to shop there.

Well, if he's got a different name, he's never said.

He spent 40 years living in Leeds. That's where he first came on record.

Found homeless, living on the streets at the age of 11.

11 ? Bloody hell.

No one ever reported him missing.

Apparently, though, he did have a Scottish accent back then.

Gone now, but...

(SIGHS)

He was a long way lost.

GWEN: Can you remember the voice?

You said, "We are coming."

Can you remember why?

Do you know what I think it was?

Aliens.

There's no such thing.

Those days are gone.

I don't mean to scare you because you're perfectly safe,

but I think aliens are using you to speak. What do you think?

No such thing.

Isn't it, isn't it?

I've met aliens.

It's part of my job.

But I'm not the authorities or the police or the army,

so anything you say is just between me and you

and I will believe you.

(INHALES)

Give me your hand.

(SNIFFING)

You're telling the truth.

-How can you tell? -I can smell it.

You've...met them?

Dozens of them.

Still not safe.

Isn't it, isn't it?

They're watching.

Well, I can do something about that.

Shh, shh.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

What's that thing?

The technical name is a gizmo.

(LAUGHING)

Isn't it?

I think you've seen aliens, too.

What's your name? What's your real name?

When did you last say your name?

-Never. -Then tell me.

I was a kid.

What happened?

They... They took us out,

in the night,

in the dark.

Isn't it, isn't it?

They told us... They said we were going to a new home.

Who did? Who said?

The staff.

A care home?

(GASPING) They...

drove us away for miles and miles.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

They were there, in the sky.

What did they look like?

Light.

The light...

took them.

GWEN: Took who?

My friends.

But not you.

I ran.

Hmm.

There was something, there were people, there was...

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it...

(GWEN SHUSHING)

You're all right.

You're safe, okay? You're safe now.

(CATCHES BREATH) But they're coming back.

I've been smelling them for months.

(SNIFFS)

In the air.

-Long time coming. -Tim, I can help.

Look at me, I can help.

If kids went missing, something's gotta be written down and I will find it.

But to do that, I need to know your name.

I was Clem.

Clement McDonald.

Hi, Clem.

Hi.

Where were you from?

It was somewhere in Scotland, do you remember?

Holly Tree.

Holly Tree. Now, then, is that a town or a place or...

The Holly Tree.

The Holly Tree, is that where it happened, Clem, is it?

What was the Holly Tree? What was the Holly Tree?

(SNIFFING)

You're pregnant.

-Sorry? -Yes, you are.

No, I don't think so.

Yes, I can smell it.

Three weeks.

NURSE: Oh!

Bloody hell, I've been running.

That camera's gone off. It just went dead.

Still, no harm done, eh?

Is everything all right?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Well, I think we've had long enough.

Time for your meds, isn't it, Tim?

-If you don't mind? -No, not at all.

Congratulations.

Ianto, I need a search on Clement McDonald.

It could be M-C or M-A-C.

And try the words "Holly Tree" and "Scotland".

GWEN: We're looking at the 1960s. Got that?

Yup.

Then try the words Timothy White,

with the option of Timothy White's, apostrophe S, like the shop.

I lost the car.

Yeah, and if you find anything let me know straight away.

Don't wait for me to get back.

These kids nicked it.

Yeah, see you later.

(SIGHS)

I've got a red flag on a Torchwood intercept.

The name Clement McDonald. Can you trace it?

MAN OVER PA: Roger, Ashton, Control initiating trace now.

You'll find the names under 456.

And what do you want me to do?

(HONKS)

I promise, we can zap these kid's memories

so they won't remember a thing. No side effects.

Look, there's been another death.

Mr Chow Lee Jee, Chinese again.

He came in with a nosebleed that wouldn't stop.

Next thing you know, it's been diagnosed as a brain haemorrhage.

He died at 16:25.

Sorry, he's with me. Dr Patanjali, A&E.

We just need to check Mr Chow Lee Jee.

-Well, he hasn't gone missing. -I can see that.

Need to run a toxicology scan, not on the NHS,

we've got much better equipment.

Pupils blown. That corresponds with a brain haemorrhage,

though it could be induced artificially.

No sign of trauma to the skin apart from bruising but that's...

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

Get them in. Seal off the area.

Permission to move out.

The name Clement McDonald hasn't been active for 44 years.

Here he is.

Torchwood's found him under the name of Timothy White.

That's way beyond coincidence. Bring him in.

(SNIFFING)

Who changed the plan?

I spent months researching that.

And they believed me!

Perfect infiltration. I thought you wanted me inside Torchwood,

to see what they've got in there.

Who killed the Chinese man?

I did. I had to.

It was perfect timing, he just fitted the story.

Then get off your high horse, yeah?

Any sign yet?

Not so far.

Do you think it's true? What they say about him?

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

-He was dead. -Now he's dead again.

And we'll keep killing him till he's ready.

-Get him prepared. -Yes, ma'am.

How the hell does he do it?

JOHNSON: No one knows.

Theory would suggest it's connected to the Torchwood Hub,

that rift thing, which makes the whole place a target.

What changed the orders?

The children.

(DEVICE POWERING ON)

(SNIFFING)

(PANTING)

JOHNSON: Sealing him up.

(SAW HUMMING)

Closing down. Everybody out.

Put him back where he was.

He's gonna wonder where I've gone. How are we going to cover that?

How do you mean?

Well, he's gonna try and trace me.

You're not disappearing.

Yeah, but I've got to. He's gonna...

Sides!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, no.

IANTO: Result! There was a Holly Tree Lodge

just outside Arbroath.

It's a hotel now, but up until 1965 it was a state-run orphanage.

And they had a Clement McDonald.

He was taken into care, April 1965, after his mother died.

No father on record.

In November 1965, he was transferred, along with...

Oh.

Five to Control, Harkness now approaching door one, over.

He's inside.

We don't know how deep that place goes, give it five. Over.

We need damage control at St Helen's.

One body, Dr Rupesh Patanjali, shot in the back.

-What happened? -(SIGHS) I don't know.

He was just left there right beside me, like someone's gloating.

Did they kill you?

Yeah.

Maybe we we're being targeted.

Whether it's him or me, we should be careful.

Better tell Gwen.

She's back, she's in the lab.

Gwen!

Boy, have I had a day.

Oh, my God, is that...

-How long? -Three weeks.

That's good, isn't it?

From where I'm standing, it looks good to me.

Yeah.

Bloody hell.

It's brilliant.

Ianto, we're having a baby.

You told Rhys?

I've only just found out myself.

Oh, you told me before you told him, he is gonna love that.

(GIGGLES NERVOUSLY)

Congratulations.

Would now be a good time to tell you I lost the car?

You did what?

That is just bloody spectacular!

But what about this place and my job?

We'll manage. We always do.

(ALARM BLARING)

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God! It's a bomb.

There's a bomb inside your stomach.

-Get out, both of you, right now! -No, no!

Blast radius, one mile.

Right now, get out!

There's got to be something we can do. Look, we can stop it!

We can fix this, okay? We can rip it out of you!

I'm telling you, get out!

It's active, two minutes.

Yeah, well, I can't just run, Jack.

You're pregnant.

We are coming.

-John! John! -CHILDREN: We are coming. We are coming.

We are coming.

-We are coming. -Stop it.

We are coming.

We are coming. We are coming.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Lockdown.

JACK: Ianto, you're going to get locked inside.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Torchwood lockdown.

-Ianto! -We can override the mechanism!

-For God's sake, get out! -There'll be nothing left of you!

I can survive anything.

(GRUNTS)

Torchwood lockdown.

I'll come back, I always do.

Stop it, Steven, stop it!

We are coming.

-Stop it! -BOTH: We are coming.

-Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! -BOTH: We are coming.

-Stop it! Stop it! -BOTH: We are coming.

(GASPING)

Torchwood lockdown.

(GROANING)

BOTH: We are coming...back.

-What's going on like? -Listen, someone is trying to kill me

and if they're after me, they're gonna come after you.

Call me when you've got them. And get them quick.

Gwen!

It's all to do with aliens, and that they'll be here tomorrow.

ALL: We are coming.

LOIS: And why do they want you dead?

(EXCLAIMING)

PRIME MINISTER: We're building something and we don't even know what it is?

It's for them.

(SCREAMING)