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(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

Excuse me. Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?

Thank you.

Bloody Torchwood.

Species not on record. DNA type says some sort of land-fish.

All I'm saying is you are speeding and there are children.

Well, if kids are out at midnight, they've got it coming.

Detecting high levels of algae...

Who's afraid of the big scary fish, then?

Big fish. With a gun!

-Special weapons? -Not that I can see.

Do we need special weapons?

What are we going to do when we catch it?

-Jack would know. -Yeah, well, Jack's not here, is he?

Jack's disappeared. Fat lot of good Jack is.

Blowfish!

Hold on!

-Hold the wheel. -Don't you dare, Owen.

-Hold the wheel! -Right, got it.

Where is it? Where's it gone?

(GUN FIRING)

Go! Go! Go!

Gwen, go left. Tosh, go right. Ianto, take centre.

Positions!

Massive levels of adrenalin

mixed with approximately three grams of cocaine.

-This fish is wired. -So this is Team Torchwood.

The teacher's pets, but teacher's gone, hasn't he?

Leaving the kiddie-kids all alone.

And look at you, trying so hard to be all grown-up.

The doctor, with his hands full of blood.

The carer, with her oh-so-beating heart.

The technician, with her cold devices.

Which leaves me with the office boy. Promoted beyond his measure.

All of you, lost without your master. All of you, pretending to be so brave.

All of you, so scared.

(SNIFFING)

So what about it, minions? Can you do it?

How good are you? How sharp is your aim?

What if you kill her?

What if I kill her first?

Can you shoot before I do? Can you?

Dare you?

Would you? Won't you?

Hey, kids, did you miss me?

Are you sure no more like him came through?

Cross-referencing with the rift activity monitor,

it doesn't look like it.

The car's been impounded. I'll get it back to the owner in the morning.

-How you doing, Owen? -Bio-profile's on screen now.

Nothing in his genetic make-up is likely to contaminate the city.

Okay, Tosh, can you add that to the species database?

-Ianto. -Hello.

Sorry, can you deal with the body when it's cold?

My pleasure. And I shall be making sushi.

No. The morgue will do fine, thank you.

-Got pretty organised without me. -Yeah, well, we had to.

-Hey, did you decorate in here? -You left us, Jack!

-I know. I'm sorry. -We knew nothing, Jack.

Where were you?

I found my Doctor.

-Did he fix you? -What's to fix?

You don't mess with this level of perfection.

-Are you going back to him? -I came back for you.

All of you.

(BEEPING)

Rift activity.

MAN: Get off. I didn't do it.

Please leave me alone.

Help me!

Come any closer and I'll open up his neck.

-Fine. -What?

-Which artery do you normally sever? -No.

-I'm not bluffing. -Oh, well, see now,

you've given yourself away.

Only someone who's bluffing ever says they're not.

Oh, God. Shit! Please! Please stop.

Well, no.

He's dead.

Please.

I was never here.

Go.

Thirsty now.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

All right. Now...

You, go. You, go. You, go.

You stay.

Go, go, go, stay.

Go, go, go, go, go, oh!

Stay, stay, stay. Go, go, go, go, go!

The rest of you, go.

I'll take one of everything. Any questions?

All right, mate. Let's take it outside.

Did I mention I'm armed?

(SIREN WAILING)

Fragments of rift energy around the neck, arms and shoulders.

He was grabbed and pushed.

-Explains the residual energy cluster. -How did you ever manage without me?

So there's a potential killer on the loose. Bipedal, maybe humanoid.

-Any other alien tech involved, Tosh? -No readings to suggest that.

Okay, let's get back and see what we can piece together.

Taking charge again, are you?

I was hoping for a little power struggle,

resolved by some naked wrestling.

Thank you, Andy. You can let SOCO in now

and they can eliminate us from whatever they want.

This another one of your spooky dos, is it?

Not yet, but I'll let you know.

Thanks, Andy. You've been very helpful. Don't mention it, Gwen.

(BEEPING)

-Whoa, that never beeps. -That's what I was thinking.

I can't believe I got the answering machine.

What can you be doing that's more important than me?

Anyway, you've probably traced the energy shift, found the body.

All me, sorry about the mess, bill me for the clean-up.

Now, drinks!

Retro-lock the transmission coordinates, that's where I am.

And hurry up, work to do.

"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."

Stay here. Don't come after me.

-Who was that? -Stay here.

What... Hey, Jack! Wait!

You see that? He swans back in, then he shuts us right out.

-I'm not having this. -I can track him.

(WHISTLING) Taxi!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Reports coming in of a bar disturbance.

-Same coordinates as the SUV. -Tell the police we're dealing with it.

Okay, so who the hell was that bloke in the hologram?

-It looked like Jack recognised him. -Why didn't he let us go with him?

'Cause it's typicalJack, isn't it? He disappears, he comes back,

then he runs away again.

He shuts us out. We don't even know his real name.

-Or which time he comes from. -Exactly.

He's supposed to be our boss and we know nothing about him.

It drives me crazy!

-It's more fun when he's around though. -Yeah.

-Oh, definitely. -Yeah, it is.

-You're putting on weight. -You're losing your hair.

-What are you wearing? -Captain Jack Harkness.

-Note the stripes. -Captain John Hart.

-Note the sarcasm. -Hey, I worked my way up

-through the ranks. -I bet the ranks were very grateful.

-I need a drink. -I thought you'd never ask.

So how was rehab?

Rehabs. Plural.

-Drink, drugs, sex and... -Murder.

-You went to murder rehab? -I know! Ridiculous.

The odd kill, who does it hurt?

-Are you clean now? -Yeah. Kicked everything.

Living like a priest.

So how's the Time Agency?

You didn't hear?

It's shut down.

-You're kidding. -No. There's only seven of us left now.

-Wow. -It's good to see you.

It was never the same without you.

You need to go. I don't want you on my territory.

What?

Time was you couldn't get enough of me on your territory.

All right, everybody out!

-Everything all right, Jack? -It's okay, okay, okay.

You've got a team. How sweet!

Oh, pretty little friend. No blonde, though. You need a blonde.

God, he's worse than Jack.

Do you have a team name? I love team names, go on.

-Torchwood. -Oh. Not Excalibur?

Blizzard? Bikini Cops? No? Torchwood. Oh, dear.

Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, meet...

-Captain John Hart. -We go back.

Excuse me. We more than go back. We were partners.

-In what way? -In every way.

-And then some. -It was two weeks.

Except the two weeks was trapped in a time loop,

so we were together for five years. It was like having a wife.

-You were the wife. -You were the wife.

-No. You were the wife. -Oh, but I was a good wife.

I bet you were.

What? Don't pretend you haven't noticed. He's cute.

-They're just shy. -What are you doing here?

I was wondering when we'd get to that.

-It's the same as yours. -A little smaller.

But lasts much longer.

Get two Time Agents in the same room together,

it's always about the size of the wrist strap.

Yes. Sorry, what's a Time Agent?

-What, he never told you about his past? -No, he hasn't.

Anyway...

(BEEPING)

...I'm working with this woman,

beautiful, clever, sexy, yadda yadda yadda,

and we both get shot. And as she's dying, she begs me.

She tells me about these radiation cluster bombs

-she'd been working on. -Well, I don't like the sound of that.

Three canisters, contents beyond toxic, swallowed up in a rift storm.

-And ended up here. -Bingo.

That's the downside of your city being built on a rift in space and time.

Now, left to their own devices,

the radiation will break down the canisters

and then infect your people and planet. They need to be neutralised.

-What do you get out of this? -A dying woman's wish.

Now, there's only one problem. I don't know where they are.

Hoping local knowledge might help.

When we get back to the Hub, I can run a city-wide scan on radiation surges

and cross-reference that with the rift activity during that time span.

What are you, the brains and the beauty?

You see, together it's an easy job.

We do this, you get out of here when it's finished. Right away.

Does this mean I get to see your house?

You live in a sculpture? Could you be any more pretentious?

Get on.

So your team's not allowed in this way?

-This is the entrance for tourists. -I remember the last time you said that.

Where...

It's roomy. I'll give you that.

Your taste in interior design hasn't got any better, though.

What is this, sewer chic?

Weapons.

-And the rest. -Oh, you know me. I'm a two weapon man.

One pistol strapped to each leg, laser knife beneath the left elbow,

17 small explosive charges in the lining of his coat.

Slipped my mind.

He's a compulsive liar. Why is he in the building?

There's the tiniest one percent chance

he's breaking a habit of a lifetime and telling the truth.

-Which means this city is in danger. -What did he mean by a Time Agent?

-You've never mentioned it. -That was in the past.

Oh, okay. Here we go again.

You know everything about me, Jack. Why do you keep shutting me out?

Here and now, that's what's important.

The work we do, the person I am now, that's what I'm proud of.

Then why did you desert us?

Where did you go?

No, no, come on. Where did you go? Tell me.

Talk to me.

I have died so many times.

Been dragged back into life, like being hauled over broken glass.

-I saw the end of the world. -How?

It doesn't matter now.

But after it was all over, I knew I belong here.

What kept me fighting was the thought of coming home to you.

-What's this? -That's...

That's an engagement ring, that is.

-You're getting married? -Yes.

Rhys asked, when you were away.

Wow. Gwen Cooper getting married.

-Down on one knee? -Well, he tried to

and then he had a twinge in his back and had to lie on the settee.

That's when he popped the question.

-And you said yes. -Well, no one else will have me.

Good for you.

-We should get back to work. -(WHISPERING) Good work.

Seven hours ago, we logged a minor surge in rift energy across three locations.

Six of us, three locations, that's simple.

-Two people per canister. -Excuse me. I give the orders.

Well, give some, big boy.

John's right. Sorry, do you preferJohn or Captain?

With eyes like yours, if you call me Vera I won't complain.

Tosh and Owen, take the north. Ianto and Jack, go west.

Me and Vera'll take the docks.

-Excuse me. Not to repeat myself... -Got a problem with this, Jack?

Not at all.

Now, given the canisters are radioactive, don't open them, eh?

-Let's go, guys. -Gwen, I need a word.

Oh, can I watch this bit?

He's gonna give you all the dos and don'ts. I love it.

She'll be with you in a second.

-What the hell are you doing? -If I can get him talking, flirt a bit,

he might drop his guard. I can find out what he's really up to.

-Okay, clever. -Thank you.

But dangerous. Leave it to me.

I led the team while you were away, Jack. I can handle this.

He knows you too well. He'll never tell you the truth.

Three rules. One, don't believe anything he says.

Two, always keep him in front of you.

And three, under no circumstances let him kiss you.

As if I would!

Has he got on to the no-kissing rule yet?

He only invented that because he wants me all to himself.

Keep in front.

Nothing.

God, are you sure this is the right spot?

Yeah, but containers get shifted all the time.

This could take days.

So that woman, the one with the canister,

-how did you get to know her again? -We were in love.

-Oh. -Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did they catch the person who shot her?

-Do we have to talk about this? -No, no, of course not.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Don't mind me.

-Shouldn't you be asleep? -I got it!

Sorry?

Manager at Harwood's! The letter was on the mat.

-I got the bloody job! -Oh, my God! Rhys, that is fantastic!

Oh, yeah, baby. You're fantastic, too. Oh, yeah, just there...

Who's that?

Just some idiot I work with, that's all.

I don't suppose there's any chance of me seeing you before breakfast, is there?

It looks like it's going to be an all-nighter.

So, go on, get yourself to bed.

I'm so proud of you. I love you.

-Yeah, well, I love you more. -Bye.

John?

-John! -Worried you'd lost me?

-Whoa! Little bit jumpy there? -Keep in front of me, okay?

God, you're so untrusting. But with your boss, it's probably wise.

Yeah, well, I trust him just fine, thank you.

-Once a conman, always a conman. -What do you mean by that?

Look, just don't rely on him, Gwen. There's a lot about him you don't know.

Fancy a peek?

A-ha!

Is that it?

What are you doing?

Get off me!

Celebrating, that's all. God, the 2 1 st century is so frigid.

What have you done...

No, don't get up. I mean, you can't anyway.

Paralysing lip gloss.

I think it might have even been Jack who taught me that trick.

Just one problem. If you're not found in two hours,

your major organs will go into shutdown. Thanks.

You gonna be okay in here without me?

He won't stay with you.

He and I shared something.

-No bulbs. -No. 'Cause that would only be helpful.

Oh, great. How are we going to find a canister in all this tat?

-What are we doing with our lives, Tosh? -I know. We should be out having fun.

Bet you'd normally be out on the pull this time of night.

Oh, no. Bollocks to that, Tosh.

-Talk about diminishing returns. -I'm not with you.

Well, you know, I've done all that, ain't I?

Where did it get me?

No. You know, I need a proper woman, you know.

Someone I've got something in common with, you know.

Got anyone on the horizon?

Like you say, difficult to meet anyone I've got anything in common with.

What with the things we see.

You beauty!

Yes!

Job done.

-Good work, team. -Where's Gwen?

Uh, uh, uh.

Gun on the floor. Or I shoot her.

-Jack, where are you? -I muted the comms system

as soon as we left the palace under the pavement.

I love my little wrist strap. Now...

Phones.

You touch her again and I will kill you, okay?

The efficiency of a gun or the brutality of wood?

Yeah, look, stop toying with me and get on with it.

Oh, yeah, loving that officey feel. I always get excited in these places.

To me, they're exotic.

Office romances, photocopying your butt. Well, maybe not your butt.

Although, as we're here why don't we photo...

The rift was active at these coordinates approximately 200 feet above ground.

That means this floor or the roof.

How are you, Ianto?

All the better for having you back, sir.

Can we maybe drop the "sir" now?

I mean, while I was away, I was thinking maybe we could,

you know, when this is all done...

Dinner, a movie...

-Are you asking me out on a date? -Interested?

Well, as long as it's not in an office.

Some fetishes should be kept to yourself.

Looks like we're gonna have to go through every drawer, bin and plant pot.

Right, okay.

I'll do this floor. Don't want you getting over-excited.

And you take the roof. You're good on roofs.

Jack...

Why are we helping him?

He's a reminder of my past. I want him gone.

-By the way, was that a yes? -Yes, yes.

(BELL DINGS)

Into the lift, eye candy.

Your friends are bleeding and dying.

And you barely have enough time to save them.

-Owen? Gwen? -What am I, a child?

It's a primitive bit of technology, easily blocked,

you should be embarrassed. And when you get to the bottom, run.

You look like a man who enjoys a challenge.

See if you can save them. Come back up here, I'll shoot on sight.

-LIFT: Going down. -Going down. Yes, please.

Please stand clear of the door.

-Why are you doing this? -We're a cosmic joke, eye candy.

An accident of chemicals and evolution.

The jokes, the sex, just cover the fact that nothing means anything.

And the only consolation is money.

So run, Ianto Jones!

Going down.

Doors closing.

Rear of the Year, 5094. Still looking good.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Cute boy ringing to warn you about me. Canister.

-If you've harmed them in any way... -You know, they're pretty, but stupid.

-You used to have better taste. -It doesn't look like that from here.

-Just give it here. -Radiation cluster bombs? Really?

Let's not get hung up on details.

A little embarrassing that you needed help to find them.

A little humiliating you fell for the scam.

-Your dolly birds did all my leg work. -Is that what you wanted?

What I want is for you to come to your senses.

Join me, Jack. Back in the old routine. We'd be emperors.

How can you stay tied to one planet

when there's thousands of worlds sparkling with wonder?

We should be up there, among the stars, claiming them for our own.

Just like before.

-I can't. -Why not?

What the hell is there to keep you here?

Come on.

The glitter of the galaxy. The mischief we could make.

You know, you never really mastered that temptation spiel.

-It's not a spiel, it's fact. -Move on.

Here I am, in a new life,

and you're still churning out the same old tunes.

And, sorry, but they don't play as well now you're looking a little older.

And what are they, wrinkles around your eyes?

-Laugh lines. -Oh, hell of a good joke.

It's you I'm laughing at. Canister.

Whoops.

(PHONE RINGING)

Come on.

(MOANING)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

-Why didn't he just kill us? -He got what he wanted.

Maybe he just underestimated us.

-Tosh! Owen! -Ianto!

-Tosh! -We're over here.

-What happened? -Where's Gwen?

-Have you heard from Gwen? -No.

Rehab didn't really work.

Front door key. Thanks.

If she's in one of these, we'll never find her. There's too many!

-Just keep looking! -God, I need more painkillers.

I'll try her phone again.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Over here!

(MOBILE RINGING)

-She must've dropped it. -Gwen! Gwen!

Unless it's another of Captain John's tricks.

-What are you doing? -If Gwen used the phone here,

I can use the network to triangulate the location

where she answered her last call. Got it!

This is where she made the call. Open every container door.

She's in here!

Gwen, it's all right. We're here with you.

What happened? What's he done to her?

She's still breathing. No discernible injuries.

Tosh, let's get this thing started. Ianto, take a swab.

Right, pupils dilating. She's still conscious.

Stay with us, darling.

-He's poisoned her. -Anti-toxin kit now.

Gwen, hold on.

Had to go and steal a car.

Get yourself noticed.

Now...

Okay.

Pretty and resilient.

-Is that even fair? -Maybe you didn't realise.

You can beat, shoot, threaten and even poison us

and we'll keep coming back, stronger every time.

Well, I think you ought to know, your boss is splayed out on the...

pavement.

Now that's impressive.

Seriously, you can earn a fortune in the Vegas galaxies

with an act like that.

Go on, how's it work?

I can't die.

-No, but really... -No, but really. You can't kill me.

No matter how many times you try, I can't die.

Ever.

Hey, but what does it cost you?

Every time you have to drag yourself back, how does it feel?

All that pain and trauma.

Plus you're reborn into this godforsaken mess.

I pity you.

These people, this planet, all the beauty you could never see.

-That's what I come back for. -Well, goody on you.

-What's in the canisters? -Come clean time, Captain.

Yeah, all right. That woman I told you about

had herself an Arcadian diamond.

It's the rarest gem in the Damascene Cluster.

Just when I'd got my hands on her,

she only generates her own personal rift storm.

God, I hate technological geniuses.

You said this was a dying woman's request.

Yeah. She was dying. I shot her.

I thought my luck had changed when I found it had ended up here.

So, I'm thinking 50-50? Even split, good deal.

Or if anyone fancies an orgy?

-Open it. -What, not even a please?

Don't your manners get brought back to life, too?

Now.

This should give us the location of the diamond.

(BEEPING)

-There she is. -The woman you murdered.

You travelled several galaxies for this. Well done.

-Thank you, gorgeous. -Except, there's no diamond.

-What? -Only this.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

There's gotta be a diamond. It's all about the diamond.

What the hell is that?

It's an explosive device which will latch on to the DNA

of whoever killed me. It'll detonate in 10 minutes.

It can't be removed without exploding, so don't bother trying.

Goodbye, lover.

-No, wait! -See you in hell.

-She can't be serious? 10 minutes? -Get it off me!

Actually, 9 minutes 50, 49, 48... Always at the ready.

How big is this explosion likely to be, Jack?

That technology, that size, big.

So we should really get him out of the city.

-9 minutes 37. -You've got to help me. Please.

Why?

-Let her go! -Back off!

Back off!

Jack, help me.

Get back!

What've you done?

It's hypersteel, impermeable, deadlock sealed.

No way to undo them. Unless you have this key.

You are unbelievable!

And yet you still find me strangely attractive.

Now you had better find a solution pronto, or she'll be blown up with me.

Would shooting him stop the DNA trigger?

-No. -So what are we going to do now, team?

The orgy's still on offer, by the way.

-Especially now I've got the cuffs out. -9 minutes, 4 seconds.

Tosh, the rift predictor programme, have you perfected it yet?

-Pretty much. -What?

-Anything in the next few minutes? -Gwen, no way.

What's she talking about?

If we're in the rift when that disc explodes, the city will be safe.

-How does that save us? -It doesn't.

8:32, 31...

-You're bluffing. -Try me.

The car park where he arrived.

The crack in the rift is still active up there.

-That's where we're going. -Somebody better start doing something!

-Cut his hand off! -That would activate the bomb.

Don't make me pull you. Get up the stairs. Now!

5 minutes 22 seconds.

I can't find the frequency the device works on.

There's no chance of jamming it.

What happened to Jack? He should be here.

It's what I've been saying all along. Unreliable.

Shut up.

I think I'm starting to see what he likes about this place.

-She's beautiful, he's stunning... -Don't you ever stop?

What, five minutes to live, you want me to behave?

-Oh, that's gorgeous. -That's a poodle.

That's nice.

-This better work. -Trust me, I'm an improviser.

-Out. Get out! -Okay, okay.

-Oh, I do love a woman who's rough. -51 seconds.

You're not really gonna sacrifice yourself, are you?

-45 seconds. -We have to go.

No! What about a last minute rescue?

What's the point of being on a team if you don't get a last minute rescue?

-40 seconds. -Tell... TellJack...

TellJack I...

(TYRES SCREECHING)

30 seconds.

Now what's he doing?

Get off me!

-Owen, it's not working. -15 seconds.

-What are you doing? -Trying to confuse the disc.

-Why hasn't it worked? -I don't know!

-12 seconds. -Jack, do something!

I've got to go, Jack.

Five,

four, three, two, one!

Go!

Run!

What the hell?

Jack, what's going on? Why has it gone dark?

The rift's reverted to the moment he came through.

Everything's jumped back to the beginning of the night.

Like you were never here.

JACK: Now we got to avoid ourselves. Great.

It's a temporal displacement.

It makes your tongue tingle, doesn't it? It's lovely.

-What was in the syringe? -Torchwood DNA.

What?

DNA samples from the five of us, fused and injected into his heart.

Temporarily corrupted his DNA coding, confused the disc.

You mean there's a bit of all of you inside of me?

Sweet goddesses, that's all I need.

-Thank you, Owen. -You're welcome.

I want you gone.

Well, we've got to work out a way to get these off first.

Actually...

Old Artesian trick.

Keep it in the lining of the throat. It has a lot of uses.

-You had that all along? -You were my passport to survival.

No hard feelings. Well, not in that sense.

Remind me never to get on your bad side.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Definitely bigger.

-If you need a new team member... -No.

-Really? I could... -No.

-But... -No.

Go now and you can harness the residual rift energy.

-Listen... -Goodbye.

Okay.

Oh, by the way.

I meant to tell you, I found Gray.

Who's Gray?

It's nothing.

Let's get back to work.

GWEN: Have you never seen something so mad, so extraordinary,

that just for one second you think that there might be more out there?

WOMAN: Who are you people?

You're Torchwood, yes?

There's a rift through space and time that runs through Cardiff,

stuff slips through it from other time lines and planets

and it's our job to monitor it.

Stop wasting our time. We know you're an alien.

There's no such thing as aliens.

Get away from me!

What is it, not spooky enough?

Honestly, it's just sex, sex, sex with you people.

You have picked the wrong girl to stalk, mate.

-When are the others coming? -They're already here.

Oh, my God.

Welcome to planet Earth.

-Who the hell is this? -Miss Martha Jones.

A human being who's travelled in time and space.

You really are something special.

-What's happening? -I don't know.

-Toshiko, show me the city now. -They're everywhere.

TOSHIKO: You're the only one who can stop this.

If you don't, it's the end of everything.

You always remember what you killed. Don't you, Jack?

-Nuclear warheads, 10 of them. -It's all over.

Let's all have sex.

And I thought the end of the world couldn't get any worse.

-Come on, what do we do? -Just keep watching.

Keep doing what we do.