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CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS: Some sort of morphic field suspended the human race.

Cos this miracle, it's as if something is willing them to go on.

What's wrong with your sister?

She's not sick. She just...

...can't cope.

Oh, my God.

JACK: They're ready for a war.

REX: No, they were ready for the miracle.

PhiCorp knew it was coming.

I did visit PhiCorp, and they were kind enough to offer me protection.

In exchange for what?

The message.

Who are you?

- They could have traced that handset. - Yeah, I know.

Come on, let's get the hell out of here.

I think we got 'em worried.

Sarah?

It's me. It's Esther.

Sarah!

Are you there?

- Hey. - These people,

they were looking for you.

They kept asking me questions about you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I can't stay long, but...

What have you done with the house?

- Where are the kids? - They're in here, with me.

- Can I see them? - Esther,

I'd never hurt them.

But...

- Mom! - ...I can't stay.

I'm leaving town. I've got to go today.

Don't go to Boston.

There's cholera in Boston, they said on the news.

Don't go to Philly either - dysentery.

New York's got typhus and, um,

- hemorrhagic fever. - Sarah...

that's just what they're saying online, it's not that bad...

But we've changed...

all of us, didn't we?

Something in the air...infected us.

- Made us godless. - Let me in.

Let me see the girls.

I'm not letting them out. They can't come outside.

- I won't let them! - Let me in, Sarah, please!

Mom, tell her to stop!

Honey, I know this is crazy, but...

you're safe, I promise.

Look, I'm working with these people, and we're going to stop this.

I'm leaving town with them, and we've got some things to do, but...

I'll come back as soon as I can.

Please...

Please, let me say good bye to the girls.

No.

- Mom! - No.

I'll come back...

...as soon as I can, OK?

Hello.

Yeah, I'd like to...report...

There are two children that... that I believe might be in danger.

Melanie and...and Alice Drummond...

...daughters of Sarah Drummond.

Their address is, um...

1032...

...King Sovereign Road.

I'm sorry. I can't give you my name.

I just want you to help them.

Confirmed. I found Esther Drummond.

The pathway to Torchwood's open and clear.

Follow her to Harkness. Do what you like with the others.

And the miracle continues

with healthcare throughout America now reaching a state of crisis.

The courts have been flooded with claims and counterclaims

as people adjust to a new form of life.

I had a heart attack in October.

The company replaced me, but I can still work.

It's not like I'm going to die, am I?

So, if I have to sue them to get my job back, then I will.

Who is there to speak for the living when the White House is silent,

the Vatican is silent, the scientists are silent?

Well, I am not.

In business news, pharmaceutical companies are predicting record profits.

PhiCorp has pledged a payback scheme

in local communities around its Los Angeles headquarters.

REX: Ugh, 2,700 miles.

Man, am I sick of your ugly faces.

Ugh!

Anyone got change for the meter?

Last thing we need with a stolen car is getting a ticket.

No coins.

No, I've only got plastic. You said no plastic.

Hey, my man. You got change for a dollar?

Wow, look at the horizon!

We've reached the edge of America.

- - Decades since I saw the Pacific.

Must be about 70 years.

Are you kidding when you say things like that?

Oh, ho-ho! I wonder.

So, where's PhiCorp from here?

Urn, maybe about...ten miles that way.

Technically, it's another city.

PhiCorp headquarters is in Los Angeles, and we're in Venice.

We need to find somewhere to hide while we plan the assault.

Can't we stay here, by the sea?

Not some stinking, dirty pit for once, Jack!

Please?

WOMAN: Hey, man. Believe!

Can't get rid of you,

- can I, dead man walking? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is this "dead is dead" shit? I see posters all over the place.

It's the latest campaign.

As if Oswald Danes wasn't bad enough, this one's led by Ellis Hartley Monroe.

One of those small-town mayors trying to make a name for herself

- Where are you? - Sorry, doc, no can say.

But if I wanted to know where I could get prescription drugs in Los Angeles,

no questions asked, then you could make your own conclusions.

And that's the only reason you called me?

Well, you are the doctor!

What are you doing in LA?

I never said I was in LA.

Well, it might surprise you to learn

that I haven't got my own private network of drug runners

- on the West Coast. - Come on, Vera,

you'll find a way.

I've seen what you can do with the doctor-patient relationship,

and the Hippocratic Oath, it doesn't cover it.

Ellis Hartley Monroe started the Dead Is Dead campaign, and do you know why?

She thinks we should treat people who should have died

as if they're already dead.

And right now, I think she's got a point.

I'm busy. Thank you, Rex.

You are so going to call me back.

I'm so not.

WOMAN: We don't have all day, Dr Juarez.

This hospital has been empty since...

'92, '93,

but it's still in remarkable condition, all things considered.

So, if you could listen.

Now, we have representatives from City General,

St Mary's, St Helen's,

the Open Brook, Grand Maple Forest, Attenwood's and Woolsey Heights, yes?

All of you with ICU departments stretched to the breaking point.

This would be the solution - we bring them all here,

all the emergency patients en masse.

Rather than have 15 hospitals at maximum capacity, we have one...this one.

But this place is abandoned.

I mean, we're going to need equipment and staff...

All that taken into consideration, but the strategy would work.

So, we just put everyone inside and close the door?

Do you know what they called that in the old days?

- A plague ship. - Let me stress this,

this is a short-term measure.

The plan itself would have to be initiated by tomorrow.

- That's impossible. - That's not enough time.

The people want a healthcare solution and they want it immediately.

Now, for most of the people, Miracle Day is just that, it's a miracle.

People are beginning to move beyond the panic

to the possibilities of a golden age.

As long as the sick and the old are hidden away from sight.

Exactly.

But let's not forget, this isn't anything new.

The Western world has always hidden its unwanted.

We signed on for that a long time ago, before any miracles appeared.

And you, you said yourself- the plague ship is an old idea.

Now...I have set up a schedule

and I've made a list of transport liaison managers. If you would just...

Well, I'm not going to pretend, it ain't nirvana.

But if you want somewhere with no questions asked,

this is the best I got.

Well, as long as it's got electricity and a roof, this is all we need.

Hot water would be good.

I don't suppose it's any good asking who you are.

- We're travelling circus folk. - Yeah, and he's the clown.

I'm the bearded woman, but I've shaved.

Yeah, you missed a bit.

Cash in hand, and there's more of that tomorrow,

as long as you don't tell anyone we're here.

If anybody does ask, you let us know straightaway.

Sure thing.

By the way, if you get hungry,

there's a café on the corner does a guava jalapeño cheese tart

that's just fabulous.

Late rs.

"Fabulous"? What is it with you?

- You make everybody around you gay? - That's the plan.

OK, now we can use this place as our delivery address,

we can order that spare server.

Then we start in on PhiCorp.

But first thing we've got to do is lift out

- the security profile. -

Oh, sorry, I've got to take this. Sorry. Um, yeah. I...just...

Sorry.

No, you know what Torchwood's like, it's terrible.

I mean, we're living in this...

shed thing, and...

there's no electricity, there's no water.

It's dark...

and cold and damp.

Oh! I thought it was boiling hot in Los Angeles all year round.

Yeah, well,

- they lied, Rhys, they lied. -

What's that noise?

- Is that people? - Yeah.

- Street gangs. -

Was that a seagull?

Er...it's a woman,

er...on the rampage, a mad woman.

Anyway, so how's my little girl?

Don't call me that, Gwen!

You're very funny. Do I get to say hello?

No! It took me two hours to get her to sleep. She was fretting like mad.

I'm not waking her, so tough.

I'm not on holiday, Rhys, I'm out here working.

Still, tough.

So, what's happening with PhiCorp, then?

Uh, yeah, things.

Esther's bouncing this signal off the Chinese satellite,

so I don't want to say too much just in case.

There's one thing you have got to sort out, OK? And that's my dad.

They keep saying the hospitals are full of MRSA,

so can you get him out?

That's impossible, honestly, now.

They said on the news no-one's allowed to move.

But he's safe enough, Gwen.

I have never felt so far away.

Look, um, I just don't trust the hospitals, Rhys.

Please, there's got to be

- something you can do. -

Look, I've got to go, OK? I'm busy. They really need me. We're on a mission.

Er, just get my dad out, Rhys, OK? And I'll phone you tonight.

It's already tonight.

Torchwood located.

- Sorry. Rhys. Sorry. - We've all got family.

The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can see them.

- OK, what do you need me to do? - Right there.

Well, this PhiCorp raid means we need to lift out the security protocols

on Jilly Kitzinger's files.

Think you can do that?

Mm-hm. Got Torchwood software ready and waiting.

- There is a lot of“ - You're obsessed with this bastard.

I'm going to put a permanent trace on him so we always know where he is.

What about Kitzinger, did we find anything more on her?

She's freelance. She's been working with PhiCorp for about six months.

She's good, but I don't think she's connected.

She just happened to be at the right place at the right time.

Just like Oswald. We're wasting our time tracking them.

It's never a waste of time.

Cos our greatest problem is that what's happened to the world is invisible.

But quite by chance, Oswald's found himself right at the heart of it.

George Eliot wrote this chapter in Middle-march. She said

that if you take a piece of metal with random scratches all over it

and hold a flame up to the metal,

the scratches look like they're forming patterns,

circling around the light.

And that's Oswald.

He's blazing away, and patterns are starting to revolve around him.

And all we have to do is keep watching.

Change of plans.

Got some statistics here. You'll need to memorise them.

The White House is planning some sort of rally in Los Angeles.

We might have to move by the end of the week.

But the good news is, PhiCorp has asked me to stay at your side full-time.

Evidently someone over there believes you're important.

Who am Ito argue?

Glorious.

I'll bet that's killing you, Miss Kitzinger,

because you can't stand the sight of me.

No, I can't. No, sir, not at all.

But it is not my job to like you.

I will find your coffee,

I will accompany you to the studio,

recommend whether Diane Sawyer is better than Piers Morgan.

All that and more, but between me and you, it's your hands.

I can't look at your hands without thinking about what they did.

You ever wonder why anyone considers me important?

- I'm sure someone's got a reason. - Wouldn't you like to know what it is?

Very much so.

How much do you know about our masters at PhiCorp?

Because I did a little searching of my own last night.

It's been a long, long time since I was allowed online, so...

I tried to find out who's above PhiCorp,

who owns them, and the strangest thing happened.

The information just scattered away.

All sorts of names and tangents and diversions,

but nothing tangible.

And that's when I recognised the pattern,

because I'd had a lot of experience perfecting how to hide myself online.

And suddenly, I'm looking at someone else doing the same,

but on a massive scale.

Worldwide.

I wonder why.

Time to go.

What for?

Central News, 3.30. Isn't that right?

If you would let me finish, they cancelled you.

Apparently they booked someone else.

Who did they get?

Ellis Hartley Monroe, the darling of The Tea Party.

She's been looped on Channel 55 all day long and she's radical.

I think someone's got to say it -

dead is dead.

We are surrounded by people who should have died.

I'm sorry for them, yes, hut these people fill me with terror.

Am I the only one brave enough to say it? They should have perished.

I'm sorry, but they should.

And by persisting,

they are draining the resources of healthy, living citizens.

Now, I'm nobody special, but I'm a mother and a voter

and an American, and I'd like to think that that means something.

This is what I want...

Looks like you've got a rival.

The Dead Is Dead campaign asks...

You'd better think of a line, Oswald, or you'll be yesterday's news.

Wand taken to a place that's safe,

and I mean safe for the rest of us.

The Dead Is Dead campaign asks that these citizens be removed from society

and taken to a place that's safe...

All I got - a couple aspirin.

Thanks.

Haven't you got family in California?

No, I'm from New York.

But when you were injured, I went through your file and...

There's no-one.

...I appreciate that this is a delicate subject -

don't speak ill of the dead...

That's the problem with this job, family always comes second...

I said there's no-one! OK?

"Because dead is dead

and sometimes segregation is vital and necessary,

because these living deceased should not have equal rights.

No, sir. They should be removed.

They should be contained.

And then they should wait.

Because I believe their passage to the afterlife has but paused.

And when this miracle ends, death will find them.

7' heir time will come, and they will die-

Don't shoot!

It's me, Dad.

What the hell are you doing in my place?

Getting these.

You put them back, those are mine.

Looks like stolen property to me.

So what if they are?

You going to arrest me?

CIA agents don't arrest people, Dad. You know that.

Yeah, then...then what?

You going to torture me?

You people! You've already ruined the world

and now you want to take away a man's livelihood?

- Somehow this is my fault? - You and your precious government,

you changed the rules on us.

Don't tell me this ain't some damn experiment.

I don't want to live for ever, especially like this.

Put the gun down, Dad.

Don't you tell me what to do, not in my house! Son of a bitch!

- Give me that back. - No!

You're liable to shoot somebody.

- It ain't even loaded. - Really?

Well, so what if it is? I need protection living in this dump.

But you don't have to live this way. Don't you understand that?

Don't you pretend to give a shit if I live or die...

Please, come on. Please, don't give me that...

- You never cared for anybody... - Don't give me that.

- ...and you know it. - That's bullshit, Dad, and you know it!

What did you come here for, Rex?

Tell me that - what the hell did you come here for?

I...

I got hurt, Dad.

I got hurt bad.

So what?

I've been dying out here for 15 years.

You never once cared.

Get the hell out.

So, to recap, there's over 100 dedicated servers identical to that one

inside the PhiCorp building, all containing corporate data.

But...according tojilly Kitzinger's information,

number 113 is a secure server,

accessible by only the highest corporate brass.

- That's our target. - And when PhiCorp

says secure, they mean secure.

I have never seen firewalls like this before.

Our only option is to steal number 113, to physically take it,

and cover our tracks by leaving a duplicate in its place.

- Which is empty. - So, we damage it. Fire damage.

PhiCorp will think the information's lost, not stolen, and they won't overreact.

- - Oh, sorry. It's off.

That's your mother, that is.

How do you like that, then, eh?

All right, I can scout out the building. So, how are you going to get me inside?

I don't think so. Not your mission, Agent Matheson.

You're still on CIA lists.

It's way too risky to pass you through security.

- And what makes you any better? - Jack wiped us off the map, remember?

He's got a piece of software

that removes any reference to Torchwood online.

- There's no record of us, unlike you. - OK.

- Dead is dead. That's me, huh? - Rex,

you're a better strategist than any of us.

Maybe you can figure out what to do next. Check this out.

This is the IT centre where the servers are housed.

Floor 33, maximum security, completely enclosed.

We need to gain access, but it's restricted,

with some heavy-duty biometrics.

Only one man can gain total access.

The man who designed it -

Nicholas Frumkin.

Well, what kind of biometrics? I mean, what level?

Every entry needs voice print, palm print, iris recognition,

by him and him alone.

OK. Then I know exactly what you need to do.

Oh! Hey!

Oh, my gosh, look at her!

- She is a beauty. - Yeah.

Oh! Hey, baby!

Don't I know you? I swear we've met before.

- You're, urn... - I'm Nicholas.

That's right! Nicholas Jackson, isn't it?

- No, Nicholas Frumkin. - Yeah, yeah!

I think we've met...

COMPUTER PLAYS: Nicholas Frumkin. Nicholas Frumkin- Nicholas Frumkin-

My name's john Smith.

Your baby is just so amazing. She is just awesome!

She's a keeper, isn't she?

Do you mind holding that for me? Thank you so much.

Look at you! Wow.

Oh, thank you. I must take that off you.

Hey, doesn't she remind you of our little girl?

- Yeah. Oh, you should see her! - We'd better be moving along.

It's lunch hour, you know, so...

- Oh, there she is. - That's fine, there she is.

Her name is Sally Anne Louise Matildamjane.

- We couldn't choose! - No!

- She's beautiful. - Thank you, I know.

Look at her little face!

Got it.

So, it was, um, it was awesome meeting you.

- Just super good. - Yeah, you too.

- See you around. - Sure thing, hot diggity!

See you later. Take care.

You are so never doing that accent again.

I am mortified. I'm absolutely mortified!

- I thought you had a system! - We did have a system,

the system fell apart.

St Helen's and Open Brook sent all their patients here at the same time.

- We can't even move them upstairs. - Why not?

Second floor - no electricity.

This building has been abandoned for 20 years.

Then we got all the patients from Conniston Drive.

But that's a hospice!

The hospices are closing down, they're redundant,

but their intake is still sick.

So they just sent them without asking?

You know how long it takes to process one patient?

Imagine what we're dealing with. Hey!

The public's not allowed inside.

Look, just take him. Take him!

That's his books and his pills, and he likes that old sweater.

- You can't just dump him here with us. - Yeah? Well, I'm sick of it!

I'm sick of his piss and his smell. Everything he eats, he throws up.

Am I supposed to look after him for ever now?

I'm not doing it! I tried, but I can't, OK?

But... But you can't! Ma'am!

Oh! That hallway...should be empty.

Go and fetch Mr Holland. This is disgraceful!

Doctor, help! Help!

- Hey... Hey, why don't we get masks? - I know.

I'm sorry, but we haven't got our procedures right yet.

- Just give us a little more time. - I don't want to lie next to these...

- They're like corpses. - I know, I'm sorry,

but they aren't actually dead.

- What if they're infectious? - Can't you take the baby outside?

It's not safe in here! They keep talking about disease.

- Is she yours? - I don't know who she is!

She's not my problem.

She was just left there. No-one's checked on her in 20 minutes.

- It's not my job. - For God's sake!

There's no paperwork with that baby! There's no ID! It's... This is ridiculous!

Find Sally Richter. Tell her it's an emergency.

Tell her I say so - Dr Juarez, City General.

VERA: Look at this! And we're calling it a sterile area?

Teething troubles.

The transfer itself seems to be working on the whole.

Yeah, until we get cholera.

Dr Juarez, I told you, this is a temporary measure.

It's only for a short term.

- Then? What happens next? - I'm not at liberty to say.

- I am on the medical panel! - One of the panels.

One of the many panels. One of the 15, and that's in DC alone.

I guarantee plans are being made, and we'll make...

No, that's not fair, ladies and gentlemen.

The slogan "dead is dead" is hardly appropriate on hospital grounds.

But this project demonstrates the bold thinking

that we need in America.

Behind me, we have people in the right place.

It's as simple as that -

people in the right place. Behind those doors,

they pose no danger to society.

- Over here! -

- Tiny little problem. - Those cameras were here for me.

I know. It's just a timing malfunction, that's all.

The moment I lose my platform, I get thrown back to the mob,

and I'm not doing that.

Do you hear me? I'm never going back.

So, if you don't want me angry with you, missy,

if you don't want PhiCorp angry with you,

you're going put this right.

- Is that understood? - Perfectly.

REPORTER: The words of Ellis Hartley Monroe,

a philosophy which is now sweeping around the country.

She's put drug campaigners such as Oswald Danes in the shade

as her popularity soars. The Dead Is Dead campaign has...

This is why I need your pledges and support.

Not for me, but for the greater good.

Because I want to fund a programme nationwide

that rebuilds our wonderful cities,

that zones them to redistribute the population

in accordance with the miracle. This would be a new America,

a new world,

a new heaven.

Now, it seems to me we've relied too much on the pharmaceutical companies

or, as I call them, drug dealers.

Companies like PhiCorp profit off disaster, and I think that's wrong.

ALL: Oswald! Oswald!

WOMAN: He's going in, Mrs Monroe. Why don't you?

We'll keep these doors closed, because this must be hygienic.

See? Very hygienic.

Brave man. I wouldn't go in there.

Do you know who that is?

I think that they are scared of you.

- - But not me.

I'm not scared of you.

How... After all, how could I be?

Because we're the same.

Yes, we are. I am just the same as you. just the same.

- I'm so cold! - Oh, it's all right, of course.

Of course. Here, hang on.

Just a moment, please.

There we go.

Everything will be fine.

There, how is that?

ALL: Oswald! Oswald!

You've been abandoned, all of you.

You're the unwanted, and there are people out there

who are preaching

all sorts of dangerous lies about you.

And who is out there talking on your behalf?

Hmm?

I'm here to tell you...

...I will.

I promise, I will.

Because you need help. You need food. And you need security.

And I swear to you, I will not rest

until those things are given to you.

And I will help you.

- Bless you. - Yes, and you.

I'm here to help.

I will help all of you.

Yes, join with me now.

And I can understand your pain, all of you. I understand it,

because I have suffered the same as you.

I still recognise you behind that mask!

- You bastard! - That's OK.

No, that's fine. I understand, sir.

I will not hide.

I have come in here to stand beside you

and I am proud of that, sir.

I will not hide my face.

But we're the same.

Don't you see?

I was supposed to die.

I was abandoned and I was faithless

and I was lost.

But look at me.

Look at me! I mean, after the miracle...

I have risen.

Oh-ho! I have risen

with unending life.

And I can promise all of you

that same rapture.

ALL: Oswald! Oswald!

Please, whoever you are, this child's been abandoned.

Can't you get her some help?

Oh, poor little thing!

Of course. You see, she's fine now.

Dead is not dead.

No, not any more. Life...

is life.

Aw, look at her!

And I can promise you, with all my heart,

this little girl will live for ever

and ever,

and ever!

- ALL: Oswald! - Listen,

clear the damn schedule. It is Oswald 24/7 from here on out.

- Dr Juarez! - This is disgusting.

I know!

ALL: Oswald! Oswald!

If you think I'm sharing a camera with that man...

What the hell am I paying you for?

Get a hold of Fox, tell them I'm heading for New York.

Hotel, then airport.

No, hotel first, then I need to see Mr Coulidge.

Can you find his address? It's in the book.

This coffee tastes kind of weird.

What do you want?

What's your name, sir?

- I'll give you money! - I just need your name.

- Nice and clear, if you could. - Frumkin.

Nicholas Frumkin.

There's an organisation, Mr Frumkin, called Torchwood.

Now, I'm only telling you this so you know who's to blame.

Torchwood is about to access your secure site,

which means I also need access using your biometrics.

I can tell you how to get in.

There's a code.

No, there's not.

There is.

I... I swear to you, there's a code that you can use to...

Shh, shh, shh. I'm afraid I studied all the specifications.

The protocol's quite clear.

I need the biometrics of poor Nicholas Frumkin.

Which means, firstly, your voice.

Consider that done.

And then...

Please.

Please don't. Please.

It's your system, which means it's your fault.

Because the next thing I need is the palm of your hand

and then one of your eyes, but just one.

- No! - Don't worry, no-one dies.

Whoo!

Everything online?

Yeah. Good signal.

Those two clowns should be in position. I'll go check that 105 access.

You know, I should be running this operation,

not going to check the road. I'll be back.

- - Social services.

Hi. Yes, I'm calling from FBI police liaison.

I was given this number by Susan Malpass.

I just need to check some details on, um...

let me see, the name's Drummond.

Sarah Drummond, King Sovereign Road.

I've got it right here. Children - Alice, seven, and Melanie, eight.

That's it, um...

we're just chasing an update.

Well, they're in the system now.

Right. 1...1...

- I'm sorry, what does that mean? - It'll take a few days.

They'll stay at Brayden Long Heights until we can find them foster homes.

We 'l! try and keep them together:

It shouldn't be too much of a problem.

I'm sorry, I...

Are you saying that they've

- been removed from the home? - That's right.

This morning at 8am.

I thought you said you were going to work with the family.

We tried of course, we did.

But it wasn't considered safe, and the mother's been admitted for psych.

She what?

She's been under observation in the psych ward

under the care of a Dr... Where is it?

...Dr Cottesloe, that's it.

No report on file yet.

Um, should be something in...

tomorrow, the next couple of days.

What happened? How did she end up like that?

- What did you say your name was? - Where is she?

Where is she now?

I'm sorry, who are you exactly?

Can I ask what's the reason for this call?

OK... OK, OK.

Access is fine.

OK, let's see those two do their stuff.

OK, here we go. Good luck.

- - What is wrong with "good luck"?

It's kids' stuff.

Torchwood keeps treating this like it's a game.

- - Oh, I'm sorry,

are we interrupting you Who could be sending you messages right now?

It's just this thing. It's personal.

- No-one should have that number. - Shh, shh, we're in.

- Hi. - Can I help you?

Yes, I'm here for the training sessions.

Your name?

Yvonne Pallister.

International Sales.

Only problem is, I don't see any training going on today.

I got an e-mail last night from Lorraine in Human Resources.

- I'll call them. - OK.

PhiCorp Human Resources. This is Lorraine. How may I help you?

Yeah, I have an Yvonne Pallister down here.

She says there's some kind of training.

Yes. Send her right up. Floor 21.

OK.

- Floor 21. Go on up. - Thank you.

Hold up, hold up! Who are you?

Delivery.

I don't have anything on my schedule.

It says Human Resources.

Human Resources.

Yes, our document shredder had crapped out. We had to rush a new one.

Send it on up.

Sure thing.

Go on up.

- Need some help? - No, I'm good.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Hello, handsome. Love the uniform.

Ditto.

- Come on. - Oh, hold on.

Whoever wears heels to work is heroic.

Why do women put up with these things? Look at them!

The Fire Department's average response time is 12 minutes. When they arrive,

Esther's going to direct them to the 14th floor.

That should buy us another five minutes before they start checking other floors.

Let's go, mistress.

Fire on the 14th.

LOUD SPEAKER: Please exit the building.

COMPUTER: Please state your full name.

RECORDING: Nicholas Frumkin.

Please place your right hand on the sensors as indicated.

Please look closely at the circle below.

Iris in...five.

Access granted.

I never thought that would work.

Welcome back, Nicholas.

- They're in. - Good.

You want to tell me what's wrong?

My sister.

Child Protective Services...

They took her kids.

- And they've got your number? - No!

I set up a relay. It's anonymous, OK?

- All right. - And if you really want me

to be heartless, Rex, I'm the one that reported her.

Happy now?

JACK: Server 113.

Little bastard.

Now she'son the telephone?!

What the hell is wrong with you people?!

Yeah, Anwen all right?

She's fine. She's at home.

Look, I know you're busy,

but I was just phoning about your dad.

- Is he OK? - He's fine.

Same as ever, no change.

I just saw him and he sends his love, but I did what you said

and I made a fuss about getting him moved.

OK, look, I haven't got time for this, sweetheart.

Just tell me, can you get him out of there?

Yes, I can. Shall I go ahead?

Oh, I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

Just do it and leave me alone. Oh, and give Anwen a big kiss.

OK? Bye.

- Good luck. - Thank you, go.

Re-attach...655-321.

But still, it must have been tough, though.

There's nothing else I could've done.

She wouldn't even let me see them. She had the house all barricaded up.

- Wait, you saw the house? - Well...yeah.

You went by the house?! What if you were followed?

Oh, my God, you're such an idiot.

I'm doing my job, OK?

And then 322 to 340.

You've compromised the security of the entire mission!

Come on!

322...

OK, 324.

- I've lost her. - What the helljust happened?

Gwen.

Output from the I-5s goes dead without consciousness.

Oh, so she's unconscious now?

- I don't know. - I warned you!

Gwen!

Can you hear me?

- COMPUTER: Are you all right? - It's back!

Oh, no.

- Can you hear me? - Oh, no.

Who did this, Gwen?

- Oh, no, no, no. Please, God. - Goddamn it!

This is all your fault!

Come on, come on! Esther, can you override this elevator?

I can't. The Fire Department has closed the whole thing down.

OK.

Rex, it's 33 floors.

That's 66 flights of stairs and you've got a ruptured chest.

Oh, man. Good luck.

'Jack!

- You OK? - Yeah.

- What happened? - MAN: I did.

I'm so sorry.

Who the hell are you?

- Names aren't important right now. - Oh, great, he's cryptic.

What do you want?

Well, clearly, you're dead.

Then why am I still alive?

That's the point.

It's got to be said, Miracle Day's hardly been advantageous

for those in my line of work...

the day the killing stopped.

But I can't tell you, Jack, how wonderful it is,

how truly wonderful it is, to meet somebody who's...

mortal.

It's my Holy Grail.

If he's the only one that can die, then it's in your interest to keep him alive.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Haven't you noticed the absence of killing?

Because this captain...

...fascinates me.

I've been paid to eradicate him, but that only makes me wonder why.

- What makes you so different? - I don't know.

And yet you're the only one left, the only true human.

If I knew, I would tell you.

I'm trying to find out the same thing myself.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

Who employs you?

Don't you have any idea, Jack?

They told me it was a very long time ago.

- Don't you remember? - Wh... Who? Who told you that?

This would be so simple in the old days.

Tell me what I want...

- Oh! - ...or I'll slit her throat.

I keep wondering

during these miraculous days, would it be better or worse

knowing that her pain will last for ever?

1 think better.

- Leave her alone! - Then tell me!

I don't know.

You're very special to them, Jack.

They trust me enough to tell me that. But I hear rumours...

of miracles yet to come, of a new society

being forged here on Earth, and I'd like to guarantee my place.

So, tell me...

...what did you give them so long ago?

When?

Tell me who's employing you.

You'll never stop them...for this...

...is who they certainly are.

They are everywhere.

Aah!

Shit.

They are always.

They are no-one.

They have been waiting for such a long time.

Searching the world...

...for a specific geography.

What the hell does that mean?

That means that they've found it.

And they've made it magnificent.

Who are they?!

They once had names.

COMPUTER: Long ago.

- And those names... -

Uh!

Oh, shit.

He was just about to tell us.

Thanks?

Anybody? Thanks?

- And you shot him in the throat. - Yeah, well, dead is dead.

OSWALD: It's such an unfortunate phrase,

"dead is dead", it's coarse.

I... I know, as a survivor, it's...hurtful.

The last thing that we need right now

is a campaign that's going to empower the mob.

The words of Oswald Danes are quickly becoming a worldwide phenomena.

Today the story of Danes and the abandoned child truly went viral.

As the White House stays silent,

we ask is Oswald Danes now becoming the voice of the people?

Is he the one true representative of this miracle age?

You are trending like never before, you clever bastard.

Miss Kitzinger, you make it all sound planned.

I was just trying to help those unfortunate souls.

Well, it's working. Guess what they're calling you in France.

The Sainted Danes.

- - That's almost blasphemous.

And now you're a definite for the Miracle Rally.

Flights are booked to Los Angeles.

They want you to speak from the stage, and guess who you're replacing?

- Ellis Hartley Monroe? - Ellis Hartley Monroe!

Oh, she must be livid!

We contacted the office of Ellis Hartley Monroe

asking for a response,

but they told us Mrs Monroe will not be making any statements

for the foreseeable future.

MAN: Mrs Monroe? We 'd like to apologise.

We 're really very, very sorry about this. Indeed we'd like to imagine,

if time and tides had flown in a different way,

we could have almost been friends.

I hope that's some consolation... at the end.

The truth of it is, we liked your message, Mrs Monroe. We liked your style.

But we already have Oswald Danes. We don't need another.

And certain aspects of your strategy

were revealing our hand just a little too soon.

And we have been planning this so carefully for such a long time.

Because we are eve/ywhere.

We are always.

We are no-one. And soon, the families will rise.

Anything yet?

Oh...it's gonna take days, weeks,

but I'm rushing through a primary sift for basic patterns.

- Good morning. - Yeah.

Thanks again for saving my ass yesterday.

I was saving herass.

You were just gravy.

- I'm sorry I made such a mess of it. - That was your final warning.

You give it any more thought? That maniac said it was someone you knew.

Not that easy when you've lived through thousands of years.

Going to keep talking that shit, huh?

Got it.

First basic pattern - land prices.

Estimates dating back years and...

they're all linked to these construction plans.

- Plans for what? - They're calling them Overflow Camps

for all the patients in ICU.

Looks like PhiCorp's taking charge of them, like they own them.

Sold some kind of strategy to the UN.

PhiCorp and whoever else is behind them. But what the hell are they up to?

Whatever it is, I bet it ain't good.

- - Bollocks! Bollocks!

I am so, so sorry. I have been so busy, I didn't ring you back.

But look, I'm going call you back in half an hour,

and that is a promise.

Calm down! Don't worry.

I'm phoning with good news, that's all. It's about your dad.

- What is it? What's happened? - I said it's good news.

Now, stop and listen, you daft thing.

I've got him onto that scheme, top of the list.

- What scheme? - Government's stepped in

to prop up the NHS.

They're spending millions, they said.

They're building these sort of camps

- to help people. - Overflow Camps?

Aye, that's it. And I got your dad inside the South Wales site.

OK, Rhys, listen to me. Do not let them go. Do not let them

take my father. I haven't got time to explain.

Just... just bloody move!

- They just moved him out. - Then stop them.

OK? This is bloody PhiCorp, Rhys,

and they are up to something.

Move! Don't let them go! just...

get him back. Get him back now!

Gwen?

It's too late.

They've got my dad, Jack.

They've got my dad.

If anyone ever hears this,

we thought we knew what we were doing,

all of us, this new Torchwood team.

We thought we knew what was happening with Ph/Corp

and America and my dad

and everything.

And then we discovered the truth.

Because then we found out what was really happening...

what this miracle really means.

Ana' now it's too late.

We can't stop it.

It's happening across the whole wide world.

God help us all.

And I am sorry, Dad.