All language subtitles for Torchwood.S02E06.BRRip.x264-ION10

JACK: Torchwood.

Outside the government,
beyond the police.

Fighting for the future
on behalf of the human race.

The 2 1 st century
is when everything changes

and Torchwood is ready.

(SNARLS)

He's dead.

(SHOP BELL RINGS)

Sorry, we're closing.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Documents on the body
identify the victim as...

-"Meredith Roberts."
-No obvious signs of violence.

Are you saying it wasn't the Weevil?

Give me a chance, Miss Cooper.
I've only just started.

IANTO ON INTERCOM:
Jack, your VIP visitor is here.

I didn't realise
we were having a visitor.

Suddenly, in an underground mortuary
on a wet night in Cardiff,

I hear the song of a nightingale.

Miss Martha Jones!

Oh, it's good to see you, Jack.

(CHUCKLES)

Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Ianto,

meet Martha.

Just a casual visit or...

-I'm here to complete your post-mortem.
-Dr Jones is from UNIT.

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry.
I get a bit confused.

-Which one's UNIT?
-Intelligence, military, cute red caps.

The acceptable face
of intelligence gathering on aliens.

We're more ad hoc, but better looking.

I identified a pattern from UNIT's data
on sudden deaths.

Toxic shock,
nothing to link the victims.

Different ages, sexes,
ethnic origins, occupations,

but there was
a statistically significant

concentration in South Wales.

Come on, Martha, be honest.
You just came all this way to see me.

Still struggling to
conquer your shyness, Jack?

So what about this pattern then,
Dr Jones?

They were being written off as suicides
or accidents.

Look.

Puncture mark. Hypodermic needle.

You'll find his bloodstream was
pumped full of ammonium hydroxide.

Yeah, bloodstream. That was
the thing I was going to do next.

-Have you checked his medical records?
-No. I was just about to.

Let's give it a go.

You never know, Owen,
you might learn something.

One Meredith Roberts, age 45.

I know there's been a major crash
on the N HS system.

Wiped a shedload of files.

Including all the victims I flagged up
from the UNIT data.

And now yours.

TOSHIKO: A computer crash
wouldn't delete data so cleanly.

This is deliberate. Let me look into it.

-JACK: How's the family?
-Getting better. They send their love.

Give them mine.

-So, End of the World Survivors Club!
-God, I am so glad to see you, Jack!

See, you did come all this way
just to see me.

It's the jaw line, once seen,
always yearned for.

-Do you miss him?
-No.

I made my choice. Maybe sometimes.

A tiny bit. Tiny, tiny.
Then I come to my senses again.

Anyway, I've got plenty to occupy me.

Oh, yeah, Miss Hifalutin.
What is it, Medical Officer?

-Oh, yes.
-So do I have to call you Ma'am?

No. Just follow my orders to the letter.

You should have called me
if you were looking for a job.

I wasn't. This woman from UNIT
rang out of the blue,

said I was just what they needed.

That I'd come highly recommended
by an impeccable source.

-You mean...
-Well, who else would have done it?

He must have thought
he owed you a favour.

Guess we all do.

So do you think you can get me
one of those red caps for personal use?

I'm thinking Ianto
might look good in it.

You want uniforms, get your own.
Now, am I going to get the guided tour?

Yes, ma'am.
Whatever you say, ma'am. Hut!

Leave it!

So that's the hothouse. Tour continues
this way, ladies, please. No dawdling.

Um, so...
You know Jack pretty well, then?

Oh, we were only together for
a few days, but it was pretty intense.

You mean...

Oh, God, no, no!
Not that sort of intense.

No. Nothing like that.

-Why, are you and him...
-No, no, not at all!

We must be the only two people
on the planet.

I know. What are we doing wrong?

Oi! You talking about me?

No, no. We were just discussing
alien flora, weren't we?

-Oh, yeah.
-She's no fun.

Raise your game, girls.

You've got some well weird kit.
What's this?

Be careful. It's an alien artefact.

Yeah. There's a lot of argument
about this, but for my money,

it's got to be a surgical instrument.

-Really?
-He's guessing. Typical medic.

Okay, right, well I call it
a singularity scalpel.

See, what it does is it concentrates
energy on a tiny fixed point,

without damaging anything on the way.
It's brilliant.

It's amazing.

Yeah, do you remember the last time
you did that, Owen, and...

Yes, right, now,
all we're going to do is,

we're going to vaporise this paper

without even scorching the cup.

-This is going to end in tears.
-Okay.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, I haven't quite got
the calibration right yet.

Jack. There's been another attack.
Assault with a hypodermic.

Only this time, the victim survived.
Woman, aged 27, she's in the hospital.

Medical records wiped,
just like the others.

Yeah, but the doctors said
they'd finished with me.

We're a bit different.

GWEN: We know this is
tough on you, Marie.

But did you recognise the man
who attacked you?

-I already told the police.
-We're different from them, too.

No. I never seen him before.

Did he say anything in the course
of the attack?

-No.
-Open wide.

Look, he just...

He just came towards me with
a great big bloody needle, didn't he?

You know, my dog bit him
and then I kicked him in the nuts.

Respect!

This is 34.

-So you and Jack go back a long way?
-Forward and back, really.

What brought you together?

Let's say we were under the same doctor.

These killings,
why the ammonium hydroxide?

-It's a weird way to kill someone.
-Yeah, yeah, it's gross.

It's like injecting them with bleach.

Unless the objective isn't just killing.

It's destroying something
in the victim's bloodstream.

It's getting rid of evidence.

Locally, we've got a murder victim
and a survivor.

Both attacked with hypodermics,
both with their medical records wiped.

And more cases across the UK.
We think the point of the attacks

is to destroy evidence of
their medical condition.

Gwen, Ianto,
pursue the criminal investigation.

Okay.

Martha and Owen will
follow up the medical side.

-Fine.
-Tosh, any luck in retrieving

those medical records?

Not yet. I'm gonna have to dig down
into the system memories,

see if I can find any remnants of
deleted or temporary files.

-Completely illegally, of course.
-Do what you have to.

We're not dealing with a freak
with some needle fetish,

this is a conspiracy.

Ianto, the police have found
another body in Heath Park.

From the initial reports, it's got
all the hallmarks of the other attacks.

I'll get Gwen. Head out there now.

-What have you got?
-Body was found early this morning.

-Caucasian male, early 20s.
-Okay, thanks.

-Who is he?
-Barry Leonard, student.

-Doctor said it looked like...
-Toxic shock.

The attack took place in the woods,
so no witnesses, no CCTV.

-Same as the others?
-Yeah. Tosh just checked

Barry's medical records, already wiped.

And the puncture mark on his eyeball
was identical to the other victims.

I mean, Jack's right. These attacks
are not random, they're clinical,

professional, more like assassinations.

Except Barry Leonard was
a student, who'd assassinate a student?

-Student loans company.
-Yeah. I think you just cracked it.

But why delete medical records?

What did all these people
have in common?

Owen's analysing
Marie's test results now.

I'm hoping that will
give us an indication.

So we're still in the dark, no idea
where the killer will strike next

and the attacks
are getting more frequent.

We keep looking, Gwen.
We'll find something.

IANTO: Martha, call from the hospital.
Marie's had some sort of seizure.

They want us at the hospital.
Marie's collapsed.

Yeah? My money's on this stuff.

From Marie's blood,
it's a new one on me.

Yeah, me too. Have you run
an isoenzyme analysis on it?

No, not yet. What are you thinking,
parasitic infection?

-Could be.
-It's got to be down to this stuff

because, otherwise, I haven't
got a clue what's wrong with her.

Yeah. No infections, no deficiencies
in organ function,

perfect cholesterol levels,
ideal blood pressure.

Yeah, exactly.
She's so normal, she's abnormal.

-Marie, Marie, can you hear me?
-Yeah.

Okay.

You've got something in your blood
that we don't recognise, all right?

And we think it's behind
your current illness

and we need to know
what's been happening to you,

so that we can help you.

You're the doctors, you tell me.

Barry was my best mate.

We were doing the same course.
Met him on the first day.

Was Barry doing any sort of
drugs at all?

Well, he used to be really clean.

He reckoned he had to be careful
about what went into his body,

because of his diabetes.

-Barry was diabetic?
-Sure.

But when they cured that,
he was doing booze, blow...

Wait a minute, you're telling me
Barry's diabetes was cured?

-Sure.
-That's impossible.

Well, he stopped taking insulin.
He was fine.

-Owen, something you should know.
-So who performed this miracle cure?

I don't know.
He was very quiet about that.

All I know is he was suddenly flashing
a lot of wedge about.

Barry Leonard is said to have recovered
from diabetes.

Thanks, Ianto.

Right, listen, Marie,
you're gonna have to level with us.

This could be a matter
of life and death.

Have you ever had
a serious medical condition?

-Too good to be true.
-What do you mean?

I had HIV.

You're perfectly clear of antibodies.
That's not medically possible.

That's the Reset.

Reset?
What are we talking about, a drug?

Right, I'm not familiar with Reset,
so any idea of a chemical name?

-Where did you get it from, Marie?
-I got it from the Pharm.

The farm? What farm? Marie?

No. P-H-A-R-M, the Pharm.
It's a medical research place, right?

-How did you get it from there?
-They gave it to me.

They paid me a lot of money,
they said I should keep quiet about it

'cause it was part of the contract.

Are you saying you were
a clinical trial subject?

Marie!

-Convulsing.
-Marie!

-I'll give her another 10 mil.
-You're all right.

She's dead.

(BUZZING)

Emergency! Clear the area!

(ALARM BLARING)

MARTHA: So it's an alien larva
incubating in human bodies.

We've never seen anything like it.
So it left Marie's body when she died,

presumably looking for another host
for its next stage of development.

-Which could have been us.
-Yeah.

Fortunately, when they
didn't find one quickly, they died.

I wonder what this cute little
larva grows up to be?

This, folks, is a molecular model of
the drug that we found in Marie's blood.

-She called it Reset.
-So what does it do?

Right, think about when you run a
virus scan through your computer, yeah.

The software works its way through
the files and when it finds a Trojan

or a virus or whatever, identifies it
and then it deletes it.

That is what this stuff does to
the human body.

But it's not just viruses,
it's harmful bacterias, toxins,

even mutant cells. You name it.

It's like the body's been turned
back to its factory settings.

It's the ultimate magic bullet.
Supersedes anything and everything

-in the pharmacological armoury.
-But that would be

the greatest medical discovery
in history.

Exactly. Except it comes bundled
with a lethal alien parasite.

Ah, not so good a discovery.

The parasite needs a healthy body
until it's incubated.

So the parasite egg incorporates
this magic bullet,

which puts everything in the system back
to its factory settings.

Reset. Neat-o.

So, who runs the Pharm?

Well, the public image
is innocent enough.

Private-public partnership between
the government and a consortium

of pharmaceutical companies.
Researching and developing

cutting-edge biotechnology.

Their IT systems are way more
cutting edge than they need to be.

Plus they've got seemingly unrestricted
security clearance.

Which means they'd have the capability
to erase medical records

-if they wanted to.
-Exactly.

Who runs this outfit?

The Institute Director
is a Dr Aaron Copley.

OWEN: Yeah. I know his work.

He's one of the most respected research
scientists in his field.

Harvard Graduate,
did research at Cambridge.

Last job, Harvard Professor
of Molecular Pharmacology.

Came to the UK to set up the Pharm.

He's kind of handsome, too.
Do you think he'll like visitors?

JACK: Torchwood.

I'm sorry you've had a wasted journey,
Mr Harker.

Harkness. And it's Captain,
but you can call me Jack.

Captain? Where did you park your boat?

I like a man with a sense of humour.

Know any good gags about
clinical trials?

Well, Jack, none of these faces
mean anything to me.

And as the Institute Director,
I would have met them personally,

had they been our trial subjects.

-Dr Copley...
-Professor, actually.

But I can call you Aaron, right?
See, this is a little awkward.

Two of these people were murdered.

Another died of a parasitic infection
of alien origin.

And one of the victims mentioned
your organisation's name

-shortly before she died.
-Alien origin? That's preposterous.

Er, Professor.

When I was writing my MD thesis,
your published works on immunology

-were very helpful, sir. Thank you.
-Glad to be of service.

Now, if there was a drug

that could restore the human body
back to its factory settings,

as it were, you would know about it.

You're right. I would.
But nothing like that exists.

I had a boyfriend whose nostrils flared
when he was lying.

I'm already late for
my next appointment.

You go ahead. We'll have a look around.

Well, obviously our research suites
are classified,

so we can't grant you access to those,

but we'd be delighted
to give you the PR tour.

-Normally, Aaron, we go where we like.
-Not here, actually.

Ask Whitehall. We're fireproof.

Yeah. I had a bad experience
with a politician recently.

I tend not to listen to Whitehall
any more.

Let me get someone to guide you back
to your vehicle.

Was it me or was he a little touchy?

Yeah, so much for the polite approach.
We need to turn this place over.

Oh, yeah. According to these readings,
this place has the highest concentration

of alien life forms
this side of the rift.

Grey is so not her colour.

I can't hack in there, Jack.
And if I keep on trying,

with a brute-force approach,
they'll know they're under attack.

An alien life form is preying on
the human bloodstream.

I need a way in there.

Tosh, I've got the results
of that research.

On the screen now.

Ianto, that's brilliant!
They're in the market for volunteers.

That's understandable,
given their wastage rate.

Then one of us goes in undercover.

No. We don't know enough about
the workings of that place.

Too many things could go wrong.

Unless you were to put a medic in there.
Someone who knew what to look for.

Yeah, but I can't do it.
They know me now, don't they?

I know it's hard to believe, Owen,
but I wasn't thinking of you.

-No way.
-Come on, Jack.

I've been in worse places.
And you know it.

Okay.

Jack, can I have a word?

Listen, I know you're big buddies
from way back whenever,

but you can't just send her in
like this.

Trust me, she's more than capable. I'd
rely on Martha if the world was ending.

In fact, I did.

Okay. These are the plans for
the Pharm's buildings.

From what Jack and Owen saw,
they reckon that the main house

contains Copley's office,
medical research suites

and the accommodation for
the clinical trial subjects.

What about the buildings at the rear?

Restricted area, fenced off,
armed security.

Jack thinks that's where the readings
of the alien life forms came from.

Cool!

But you don't need to go
anywhere near there.

Spoilsport.

The first thing you need to do is
get yourself accepted

as a clinical trial subject.

Don't try too hard. Don't draw too much
attention to yourself.

Be invisible. I can do that.

Once you're in, we need you to gain
access to the Pharm's IT systems,

close down the system firewalls
and security protocols.

That way Tosh can gain access
to the files

and see what they're really up to.

Industrial espionage,
it's very civilised.

Once you've done that, get out.
Don't take any unnecessary risks.

-Understood.
-Cool.

So Jack asked me
if I could get you a UNIT cap to wear.

Did he? Well, red is my colour.

So am I right in thinking
that you and he...

-We dabble.
-Yeah?

Yeah.

So what's his dabbling like?

-Innovative.
-Really?

Bordering on the avant garde.

-Wow.
-Oh, yeah.

So, shall we get
your cover story sorted?

Absolutely.

Fake ID.

First name Samantha,
thought the Jones would be safe.

Okay, how do I stay in touch?

Communication's very tricky.
The whole place could be wired.

We don't want you chattering away
to us and being overheard.

-But I want to monitor you at all times.
-So?

-I don't need contact lenses.
-You need these.

Okay.

Oh! I'm a camera!

As Chris Isherwood once said to me when
we were cruising the Kurfürstendamm.

TOSHIKO: And we can text.

Wow!

Power comes from the body heat,
so they only work

when you're wearing them.

Yeah, so you have to wear
them everywhere.

Well, I'll be doing some things
with my eyes shut, then.

In case of an emergency,
we can speak directly to you.

The lens will communicate
with your sensory-neuro receptors,

-bypasses the auditory system.
-But can't these signals be intercepted?

Alien technology. Which exploits
a solution to the EPR Paradox.

Oh, quantum entanglement of
remote particles? Okay, cool.

Did I mention she was brilliant?

FEMALE DOCTOR: It's standard procedure
to take two blood tests.

-One of them will be analysed overnight.
-Thank you, nurse.

So tell us the places
you've been to, Samantha.

Well, I had a great time
in North America,

France and Germany.

-Australia.
-What about the Third World?

Africa, Latin America?

No, but I'm sure I'll get round to it.

Travel off the beaten track
can be a bit of a problem for us.

If you had some exotic tropical disease,

there could be unexpected side effects
and volunteers' welfare

is our absolute priority.

Oh, I don't think there'll be
any problem with that.

And, of course, I'm very conscious
of health issues.

My mum's a nurse.

This is Professor Copley, Samantha.
Institute Director.

Hi, Sam, nice to meet you.

-MARTHA: Hello.
-Tell her to get close to Copley.

I see you're a postgraduate student,
at the moment?

-That's right.
-Studying what?

Creative writing.

So I really need the cash.

Well, I'm sure
you'll understand, Samantha,

that we have a lot of applicants.

-Tell her not to lose him.
-We'll let you know in due course.

Actually, there's something
I should have told you.

Oh, yes?

It'll show up in
the test results anyway.

I did have a hepatitis infection.

No, no, no, she's bullshitting.
It's her way in.

I mean, I'm fine now.

But it stays in the blood.
Strictly speaking it's incurable, right?

Well, that puts a different complexion
on things.

We could use a subject with hepatitis.
Are you available to start right now?

Well, sure, I've brought
my overnight things.

Then all we need is your signature on
this confidentiality agreement.

OWEN: She's in.

As Chris Isherwood also said,
it's not the getting in,

it's the getting out.

Thank you.

So what sort of drugs
will you want me to take?

We have various products
at the clinical trials stage.

You'll be given a full briefing

once we've finalised
the programme and, of course,

we won't proceed unless
we have your informed consent.

Come on, Martha.

OWEN: Let her settle in.
It's going to be a long night ahead.

-You and Martha are getting on well.
-Yeah, you know me, Mr Sociable.

-She's beautiful.
-Is she?

-You know she is.
-Yes, well, fair cop.

And a doctor, perfect match.

-No, she's only interested in work.
-Do you think?

Yeah. A bit of flirting
till I show her the ropes.

Plus, if I tried anything with her,
I think Jack would have my kneecaps.

What happened to that pool tournament
you were organising?

-That? It was never a tournament.
-What was all that about, then?

-It was supposed to be a date.
-Sorry?

I was asking you out on a date.

-A date?
-You didn't realise?

-You and me?
-Yeah.

I see. And you still want that?

-Yeah.
-Right.

I just thought if we spent some time
together, an evening...

-All right.
-Sorry?

-Let's do it.
-Are you being sarcastic?

-No.
-You're being polite.

-You'll stand me up.
-I've just said yes, haven't I?

Look, one date, see how it goes,
which might be nowhere.

-That's fine. A drink.
-Okay.

Yeah.

And I'm going to keep
flirting with people, okay?

Just because of this doesn't mean
I'm going to stop flirting.

-You can be king of flirts.
-Okay. Right, then.

Good. We should concentrate on Martha.

Yeah.

-Tosh, can you get us past this?
-Easy peasy.

She just needs to get the lenses
within the EPR field.

Tosh, can you help her blag her way
into the computer system?

It'll take time to talk her through it.

No, we don't have time.
I want her out of that office.

Well, if I can get her to give me
remote control of the computer...

I have control.

The life cycle of the parasite.
They call it the Mayfly.

Wow!

GWEN: We've never seen a species
like that before.

TOSHIKO: It's beautiful!

-It's lethal.
-But what is Copley doing with them?

Martha, now we've got control,

we can download all of this
and go through it here.

Get out of there pronto.

Tosh, you have that
code-breaker software?

-I'm sending a patch through now.
-Thank you.

WOMAN ON P A: Breakout in Zone A.
All patrols to Zone A immediately.

Breakout in Zone A. Breakout in Zone A.

(ALARM BLARING)

All patrols proceed
with extreme caution.

The escaped creature
is extremely dangerous.

You guys head to the second level.
We'll go...

Jack, I've got the list of
the clinical trials subjects here.

Meredith Roberts, Marie Thomas,
Barry Leonard. All the murder victims.

Ooh, who's BD?

GWEN: Executive Actions?

JACK: Old CIA terminology
for assassinations.

The Pharm are running their own hitman.

Which is kind of unusual
for a medical research facility.

Wait a minute. There's a name here that
we haven't seen before, Elin Morgan.

She hasn't been reported
missing or dead.

She soon will be.
Take Ianto and pull her in.

GUARD: Find it
before it gets any further.

GUARD 2: Accessing Sector 12 now, boss.

WOMAN ON PA: Do not attempt to
approach the creature,

is that understood?

Stun and sedate only,
the creature is highly dangerous.

Understood. Come on, keep moving.

What the hell is she doing?
If the Pharm have got their own hitman,

-God knows what they're capable of.
-And I put her in there.

(LOW GROWLING)

-Shit!
-What was that?

Radiation surge? We've lost her signal.

(GROANING)

There it is!

All patrols, creature located.

Zone A, Sector 12.

-I can't get her back.
-We have to get her out of there.

That place is swamped in security.
If we try and steam in,

we'll be putting her at risk.

We can't just leave her in there,
can we?

If I can't get her signal back in 30
minutes, then we think of alternatives.

Anything could be happening
to her in there.

Martha can handle herself. She's been
in worse situations than this.

Sure about that?

-What's that?
-Billy Davis is mobile.

He'll be at Elin's flat
in three minutes.

Hands above your head! Up!

Jack, we've got Billy Davis.
He could help get you into the Pharm.

Will you tell this gorilla to let me go?

-What is going on?
-Good work.

I'm here as a clinical volunteer.
You can't treat me like this.

You lied to us, Samantha.

Can I just explain?
I got bored stuck in that room,

so I went for a walk and
first that thing attacked me

and then your heavies assaulted me.

You don't owe any loyalty to Torchwood.

Jack Harkness has treated you
in a criminally irresponsible way.

Who? I really don't understand.

Don't bother.
This is not an interrogation.

Torchwood is irrelevant to us,
not even a nuisance.

In fact, they've done us quite a favour
putting you in here.

We've analysed your test results.
You really are something special.

(GROANS)

I got terrible guts.
Don't know what it is.

-Bad conscience, Billy. Try confessing.
-Get stuffed.

Okay, let's do it the hard way.

Merciful Christ! What the...

(BILLY SCREAMING)

JACK: They have a tendency to act up.

-I'm losing him!
-Please!

Something to say, Billy?

Yeah, whatever you want. Just get it
away from me! Get it off me!

Okay, Billy, you've been
on a killing spree, why?

I work for the Pharm.

They've been giving people
this Reset drug.

But there were these side effects.
Parasites or something.

They were gonna die anyway
so I had to get rid of them

before any weird symptoms
showed up in public.

Do you know
what lymphocytes are, Samantha?

A kind of white blood cell,
part of the immune system.

Well, your lymphocytes are
really quite extraordinary.

We never seen anything
like them before, not in a human being.

Aliens are a different matter.

Aliens? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Your lymphocytes and God
knows what other cells have mutated.

Mutated? How?

Under the influence of radiation.
Radiation that's not found

in the temporally stable environments
of Earth.

-I don't know what that means.
-We've dealt with aliens before,

but we have never come across anything
as exotic as you.

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

Tell me about it. How is that possible?

What did you see out there?

This is mad. I don't know what you mean.

Fine. If that's the way
you want to play it.

However it happened, it means that

you have a uniquely effective immune
system, which is exactly what we need.

We're developing a drug
that's going to change the world, Sam.

Incurable cancers, AIDS, all the
scourges of the human race wiped out.

A revolution in medicine
and social welfare.

Except it's still imperfect.

I'd like to know what your funky
lymphatic system

makes of those imperfections.

-I am not taking that!
-But you volunteered.

Okay, Billy, we're going into the Pharm
and you're going to front up for us.

Yeah, yeah, but my stomach, my stomach!

Owen, we need him alive!

Yeah, all right.
I'm flying blind here, Jack!

-JACK: Do something!
-Let's start with this.

I think I got it.

Okay, I've got the calibrations right.
I can get it out of him.

My God. Owen, deal with it.

Still sure
you had those calibrations right?

I'm sorry, all right.

He must have breathed in larva
when one of his victims died.

This could have been me or Martha.

-I've given her twice the critical dose.
-So Mayfly larvae are incubating?

Are you sure about this?
Her immune system's clearly reacting.

There's obviously quite a fight
going on inside her.

Keep your nerve. We're making history.

Ianto, what have you
done with Billy Davis' body?

I was just about to dispose of it. Why?

I've thought of a way we can use him
to get us into the Pharm.

-Clever, huh?
-Oh, you are warped on the inside.

-How do you think of these things?
-I'll take that as a compliment.

Tosh, Gwen, Ianto, check out Zone A.
We're going after Martha. Let's go.

Hands above your head!
What have you done to her?

Tell me that's not Reset!

She's survived the larval stage.
The only subject ever to do so.

It's fascinating. Turns out these bugs
practise sibling cannibalism.

Only the strongest individual
is left now.

-God knows what happens next.
-Put a stop to this!

I can't. I don't know how.

Put your hands above your head.

Ianto.

Bloody hell!

Jack, this thing's killing her.
I don't know what I can do.

Owen, stay calm.
There has gotta be something.

(GROWLS)

-What's happening in here?
-This is what the Pharm is all about.

We farm captive aliens for the exotic
chemical products they metabolise.

What the hell do you get from a Weevil?

Some pesticides and a quite powerful
chemical defoliant.

But the Weevils aren't what's going to
clinch the Nobel for us.

The Mayfly. Our feedstock for Reset.

Given time, we'll tweak
the product for human use,

then it'll be bigger than penicillin.

Jack, I can give you a report on Zone A.

They're holding dozens of creatures
captive down here.

They seem to be using them
as test subjects.

Understood, Ianto.
Tell Tosh to go for total shutdown.

This place is a torture chamber.

I don't need to debate
medical ethics with you.

You abused the Mayflies.
You turned them into parasites.

We didn't understand how
the Mayflies reproduced.

We tried to limit the damage.

-What, by murdering people?
-They were going to die anyway.

We're on the edge of
the greatest discovery in history.

It's got to be worth a few sacrifices.

You must understand that, Jack.
You're involved in alien research.

Not like this.

I'm closing this place down.

In your dreams! This is
a state-of-the-art, official facility.

I'm not going to do it
by sending a memo.

We're in control of your IT systems.

As we speak,
we're crashing your databanks.

-Wiping your records.
-That's cyber-terrorism.

And that's just for starters. We're
going to trip the systems of your fire,

radiation and biohazard safety networks.

The power will cut,
sprinklers will be activated,

and a large part of this facility

will be sealed and flooded
with inert gases.

The aliens will die.

They're already dying. This way
they'll be put out of their misery.

For God's sake, we're on the same side!

No. Combating hostile aliens
is one thing.

But this is slavery, exploitation,
a war crime.

-Jack, I need your help!
-What the hell are you doing to her?

This is the only way
we're going to save Martha.

I think I understand how it works.

You'd better be sure
because it's never worked before.

Owen, are you sure it's safe?

-Okay, Jack.
-Owen, tell me you're sure!

You could kill her with that thing!
We're losing her!

JACK: What have you done?

Oh, bloody hell, it worked.

-Thank God for that.
-Let's get her out of here.

OWEN: I'm prescribing rest and
recuperation for you, madam.

And a few days in bed,
preferably under my supervision.

Owen, I don't know how to break this
to you, I've got a boyfriend.

Yeah, but has he ever saved your life
like I just did?

Erm, yes, actually.

Arms up in the air.

Do it.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Facility shut down programme.

All personnel must evacuate immediately.
Facility shut down in progress.

All personnel must evacuate immediately.

Okay, let's go.

Did you really think
I was going to let you just walk away?

You've ruined everything
I've worked for.

Now, let's not be stupid, okay?

We're both rational men, scientists.

I know you don't want to shoot.

COPLEY: You're next.

Owen!

-Can you hear me, Owen?
-You've gotta help him!

Owen, stay with me. Owen, Owen,
look at me, look at me.

Owen, look right at me.

Stay with me, Owen. Stay with me.
Stay with me, buddy. Come on, come on.

Owen, speak to me!

He's dead.

Owen.

MARTHA: The time is 2 1:30.

Autopsy on Owen Harper,
Torchwood Officer 565.

Aged 27.

Autopsy begins.

-The energy just went off the scale.
-Can you see where it is?

You can't use it.
Who knows what'll happen?

-I was hoping for a miracle.
-GWEN: Where did he go?

It's here. Lock down!

MARTHA: It must be death
because it's stolen my life.