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6am 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 of fence.

A former schoolteacher
convicted in 2006

of the rape and murder
of 12-year-old Susie Cabina,

Danes will be remembered
for his infamous line of defence.

Upon his arrest, he told the police,
"She should've run faster."

The condemned is permitted
to make a final statement.

Do you have anything to say?

Unh! Ugh!

Ugh!

Aargh!

- 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, like,
leukaemia or something like that.

Whatever it is, it sounded long-term.

It's British. The Torchwood Institute.

Hello? Are you listening?

You see, if Steve's gotta come home,
that leaves a space in Venezuela.

And 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.

What do 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 e-mailed to every
single East-Coast section chief

completely bypassing security.

Just one word - Torchwood.

Following up this Torchwood incident,

just wondering
if you can access the EU files.

No, no. No, 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 like Intelligence,
not Clandestine.

- Are you getting this?
- And if it's got the title "Institute '1

that means that it's been officially
sanctioned by the UK 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.

OK. Well, 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 Torch wood thing
on to somebody else-

It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Aagh! Agh!

Rex? Rex?!

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Dunno, just...

bad dream.

- What about?
- Oh...

Oh, what d'you think?

Torchwood.

His pulse is fast and weak.
Systolic BP of 70.

Beats me how he's still alive.

Rex, my name is Dr Juarez, OK?

We're taking you straight into surgery,
do you understand?

- Is he OK? 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 -
DOAs who just won't die.

MAN: We had a jumper this afternoon -
22 floors,

everything pulverised,
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.

It was midnight,
not a sound to be heard.

And I looked up,
and a woman came out of the sky. Huh!

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 me we'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.

Ssh!

What do we do?

- Ssh!
- You and...

Ssh.

- Ah, hello.
- Sorry.

Um, I hope we're not disturbing you.
just wondering, if we're going back

to the village, is it quicker
to cut back across the beach

or will 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!
- Ssh!

Ssh! Ssh, 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. OK.

- It's gone. Forgotten, eh?
- Yeah, all right! Sorry. OK.

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, um...

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.

24 hours since
this hospital 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 Stjude'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, "Oh, that's weird.
It's the same thing over here."

24 hours, 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...

17 more authorities immediately
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...

No fatalities have been reported.

No-one has died...

Not one person in the United States...

- Not a single death...
- Miracle Day...

- Miracle Day...
- Miracle Day...

Miracle Day,
that's what it'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 ought to respect his position.

You're a convicted paedophile, 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
going to be within certain limits.

When are you going to 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 of fence 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 OK?
- 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? Cos 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,
it's got to 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.

Then 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 want to 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.

WOMEN'S VOICE ON TV: This goes
beyond America. It's worldwide.

You've got the same reports
from Europe, from Asia, from Africa...

MAN'S VOICE ON TV:
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, barn,
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.

Aargh!

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.

But 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.

But 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.

Cos you might want to 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... How can I cheat painting a wall?!

Only a man
could turn this into a competition.

- You just went, whoosh!
- No, look, whoosh!

With one stroke, that's hardly a coat!

Oh, bollocks. Oh, bollocks, bollocks.

- It might be nothing.
- Stupid. There's only one reason

why that phone could ring.
Look, where have you put it?

- Where have you put it?
- It's in here, it's in here.

Ssh.

What is it? What's happened?

This is Sergeant Davidson confirming
reports of one suspect, male,

in the vicinity of
St Helen's Hospital, Cardiff City.

Suggest rendezvous at 0200 hours
in the agreed position.

It's my dad. He's in hospital.

Um, I've gotta see him.
I'm sorry, Rhys.

We've gotta go back.

Friedkin's office took all
the Torchwood files, cleared us out.

I know. He sent me to double-check.

Cos files get left behind,

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.

OK.

- Not sure where to begin.
- Better find out, then.

Right.

OK.

Thanks.

456...

456.

45...

456!

Come with me.

Down!

Oh, my God.

- Is...he going to die?
- Don't worry about it.

- No-one dies these days.
- You want to 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 even authorised 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?

Cos there were photos in that file

of a man
who looked just like you, but...

it said 1939, then 1925.
Is he your father?

Suppose it must be.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I hurt my arm.

Considering what we just went
through, I'd 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, um...

Gwen Cooper.
There was no date of death.

She's still alive.

The last one left.

And I'm going to keep her safe.

Which means making sure that
the Institute stays dead and buried.

So that first e-mail 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?

It's a smart drug.

Selective amnesia.

No.

You won't remember a thing.

Nice to meet you, Esther.

TV: 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.

Now, you can stop running
the case from a hospital bed.

Wait, what are you talking about?
Who else is there?

I really can't talk.

Who else is on to this?

Check the Ring main.

The what? Hello?

FBI.

Hey, my man,
what the hell is the Ringmain?

It's the internal cameras.
Security system, that's all.

-
- Uh!

Yeah. Yeah, this is
Rex Matheson with the CIA.

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 CIA 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 centre 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, FBI.

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, you literally 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?
- Well, 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, love you...
Daddy Day Care. Look at her.

So your father had a mild heart attack
on Saturday night

and then a second on the Sunday,
and that was quite bad, to be honest.

But he's stable now. He's out of ICU.

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, Mum?

What if someone sees you?
It's not safe, you told me.

What if someone's watching?

Oh, look at her. Oh, come here.

Oh. Good God, she's enormous.

RHYS: That's your grandma, remember?

How 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.

Well, there we are, then - tough.

And you can stop
all this nonsense, OK?

I want you up and out of this bed,
lazy old thing.

Ah, there she is.

Princess.

- Look at her, though, she's huge.
- She's perfectly normal, Mum.

Thought you were being frugal.
What are you feeding her? Lard?

Yes, Mum, I'm feeding her lard.
Keep telling her that,

and by the time she's 13, she'll have
a complete psychological complex.

- Stop it now, you two.
- Sorry.

It's OK.

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, um, Torchwood's gone, Dad.
There's no-one else left on Earth.

Just me.

OK? 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. Look...
Look at this.

Somalia has stopped fighting.

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.

Well, it's got to 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.
- Oh, tch-tch.

Here we go. Look.

Planet Earth. On average,
300,000 people die every day.

So if they stop dying,
that's an extra...

what, million people
in just over three days?

Add to that 500,000 people
born every day...

And that's another million
every two days plus the first million.

Bloody hell.

The fastest population boom in history.

- We're going to 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?

- 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. Yeah?

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 going to happen tomorrow?
And the day after that?

- And the day after that...
- Listen now...

Every time you investigate something,
you end up in danger, Gwen.

- Cos I can help.
- Don't you dare.

- So you just...
- I said don't you dare! 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
going to think the same, aren't they?

They're going to come
looking for you with guns

- like they did in the old days.
- I suppose, 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 got to go back!

- My dad is sick.
- Oh, think about it!

People aren't dying.
He's going to survive.

Ssh! No. Ssh.

Think about Anwen.

Maybe our daughter's
going to live forever.

Don't, OK? Don't make her part of this...
this thing, OK?

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?

TV: The search for suspects continues

after last night's explosion
at the CIA Archive...

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

with every single hospital in the world?

Are you on your cell phone?
Cos you're not allowed to be using it.

And is anyone talking to morticians?

Because, I mean, they've got to 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,
that's gone up to Friedkin.

Oh, yeah?

- So what's Torchwood got to do with it?
- I don't know, it's...

It's sort of connected, isn't it?

No. No, it's not.
It's a completely different case.

Oh, 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 specialise
in 456 cases and above.

So that first e-mail with Torchwood,

you know, the security breach,
when did that come through?

Sunday night, 22.36.

- 22.56, huh?
- Yep.

22.36.

22.36 was the last 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. Ugh!

At 11.36.

It's Washington, DC.
It's 13 hours behind at 22.36.

Both those things happened
at the same time.

- Don't you see? You were right.
-

Ugh! It's all connected.

Torchwood's the key to this whole thing.

Rex, I've warned you,
you're going to kill yourself!

I can't, that's the point.

Uh! 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 all the way to Geneva and above.

- It's way beyond top secret.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- CIA, 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.

- Agh! I'm flying... Uh!

...all the way to the United Kingdom.

Esther, book me a flight.

Hey, CIA! I'm taking that cab.

Move the hell out of the way. Move!

Now make sure you get a hold of supplies,
cos I'm going to 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.

OK, your flight departs at 0200 hours,
but your requisition has been refused.

- Listen to me...
- Tengo tu pasaporte.

If requisitions won't move,
then get me a handgun from UK Security.

How am I supposed to do that?

-
- Ssh!

Get me the gun!

Rosita, 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.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to your flight
to London Heathrow.

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.

I'm sorry, sir. I have to ask you
to turn your phone off now.

CIA...

and I'm sick! Gwen Cooper.

- Find out everything.
- I can't get into the database.

I'll need your password.

-
- Rex!

Hi.

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-one filter.

You should highlight
anything with a red flag

or a caution
pertaining to homeland security.

I've got one positive response.

Police Sergeant Andrew Davidson,
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.

- Well, how long's it going to 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, I think I've got something.

Sergeant Davidson made one call
on Tuesday at 17.08

to a number
that's on the UK 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 got to pay for this bridge?

Goddamn Wales.

I've traced the handset.
Sending you the coordinates...

...now.

It's at 51 degrees 34 north,
4 degrees 17 west.

I got it.

- CIA!
- Yeah? So what?

Extraordinary scenes in Kentucky

as the governors 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.

Right, we're off, we're going.

We're going to get a good head start,
then phone you an ambulance.

Don't follow us. Don't even try.

We just want to be left alone, OK?

Hold it right there, mate.

- 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?

Yeah, at Christmas.

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 want to 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.

Oh, sweetheart.

Get back!

GWEN: 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.

Duck!

Jack, for God's sake,
there's a kid here!

I got a present for you in the back.

Give me her, Gwen, the baby!

You there, CIA ,
do something useful!

Wales is insane!

Get down!

Aaargh!

- OK?
- I'm OK!

- Who the hell are you people?
- Torchwood.

ALL: Aaargh!

Right. That's sorted. Rhys, take Anwen to
my mother's and keep her safe and sound.

Jack, if you've got access
to any weapons, what else have we got?

I've still got the old Eye-5s,
but everything else is gone.

I knew it though. Didn't I say?

The first sign of trouble, you go
running off with Captain Jack Bollocks.

What choice have I got? They rebuilt
the tower, now we're rebuilding Torchwood.

Isn't that right, Jack?

- Are you even listening to me?
- I cut my arm.

OK. 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'm 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 to.

Yeah, any minute now.

-
- Ah, there 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 American.

I hate to bust up... Uh!
...your sweet little tea party,

but this isn't an arrest,

this is a rendition.

And on behalf of the CIA...

under the 456 Amendments
to US 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.

- Everyone, we're doing it wrong!
- We don't have time.

We have nothing but time.
Nobody's going to die.

OSWALD DAN ES: Something happened
to all of us, not just me.

Miracle Day arrived, and...

...we all came out of it changed.

This woman's husband strangled her.

She doesn't die,
so he keeps strangling her.

And you're telling me that's not murder?

We're not allowed to say
"attempted murder" any more,

because murder's impossible.

Hospital beds are filling up because
the people who should die, don't.

Give it six months, and drug-resistant
organisms will be everywhere.

People aren't just living.
It's like they're too alive.

Whichever way you look at it,
this situation can only get worse.

I'm arresting Torchwood now.

Whoa! Hey, what you doing?

I'm coming back, all right?

Every time you turn up,
it always goes wrong.

Oh, my God, Rex is coming back
and he's bringing Torchwood with him.

Hey, wait! You get us arrested, OK?
You break up my family,

you nearly get Jack killed.

- Why should we go anywhere with you?
- Because I have a car.

Go, go, go, go, 90!

Who told you to set me up?
Because everywhere I turn, the whole CIA

has been poisoned against me.

I don't know who they are! They...
They've been there for...for decades.

They were ready for the miracle.
PhiCorp knew it was coming.

ESTHER: Looks like PhiCorp's
calling them overflow camps

for all the patients in ICU.

There's one thing
you have got to sort out, OK?

- And that's my dad.
- But he's safe enough, Gwen.

GWEN: This is bloody PhiCorp, Rhys,
and they are up to something.

GWEN: The new cult out on the street -
that march? They call themselves...

the Soulless.

It's like there's some sort
of energy behind this.

A will, a drive, a consciousness.

Cos this miracle, it's more than people
just surviving - they are so alive.

These are the times that make men,
Oswald. So it's your choice -

stay where you are, or stand up tall
and stride across the skin of the world.

Did you see Oswald Danes?

Did you touch him?

- You're obsessed with this bastard.
- He's blazing away.

Patterns are starting
to revolve around him,

and all we have to do
is keep watching.

The truth is, I know what I am
and I know what you are too.

Because I know for certain...
what has happened to the human race.

Whatever's happening to this planet,
it is massive.

PEOPLE SHOUT: Oswald!

Aaaargh!

DR JUAREZ: I'm joining the cause.

Whatever you're doing
to fight this miracle, count me in.

Gwen!

If you're the best England's
got to offer, then God help you.

I'm Welsh.