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Anyone designated as Category 1

must be taken
to the new Overflow Camps.

GWEN: Assistance needed, please.

- Assistance now!
- Come on.

Look, he's my dad, OK? He's my father.
Now, I need you to look after him.

Sorry, your father's been reclassified -
he's Category 1.

- My father is not dead.
- Then we have to move him.

All Category 1s go to the module.

So we need to get inside the camp
to find out what those modules are.

Welcome, welcome. My name is
Colin Maloney, and I'm in charge here.

- Come on, come on!
- Get your hands the hell off me!

-
- Ah!

Colin, Jesus!

Oh, shit.

GWEN: The patient;
they 're burning them alive.

REX: Vera!

WOMAN: I pulled everything I could find
on the Shanghai Deal,

and you're due to chair the PhiCorp
executive board at four o'clock.

Thanks, Janet.

Stuart, is everything all right?
You don't seem happy.

STUART: Everything's fine.
We're living in miraculous times.

I couldn't be happier.

You shouldn't call me Stuart
in the office.

Sorry, Mr Owens.

Of course, suicide is impossible now,

but people are becoming inventive.

They're finding ways to get
as close to death as possible.

That's the philosophy of the 45 (tub,

people who believe that jumping
from 45 floors up or higher

is the only guaranteed way
to lose consciousness for ever.

It's sick, but just the same,
the 45 Club is catching on.

MAN: I've seen the reports
from New York, from San Francisco,

London, Milan, they all indicate...

Wai. Who's calling, please?

It's Stuart Owens.

How can I help you, sir?

This must be strictly confidential.
My eyes only.

Is that acceptable?

Of course.

In 1999,

a large parcel of land,
near Shanghai Centre,

was purchased by a division of PhiCorp.

But that's where the records end.

I need to know exactly

what's happened to the land since then.

PhiCorp Construction?

Not on paper. There are subsidiaries,

shell companies.

May I ask what this is about?

Do you need to know?

It could be of some help.

Of course, you are aware of
the changes going on in the world.

Yes. My uncle was dying. Now he's not.

I'm trying to understand what happened,

whether PhiCorp
had anything to do with it.

I believe this construction site is key.

I asked my uncle what happened.

He told me to never question a miracle.

You may not like what you find.

He may be right.

Call me back in a few hours.

Wai.

It's me. You told me to call back.

Yes.

What did you find?

- A dead end.
- What do you mean?

What are they building?

There's nothing there. I looked.
I found nothing, nothing at all.

Good bye, Mr Owens.

My name is Rex Matheson.
I'm with the CIA.

I'm on an operation
inside the San Pedro Overflow.

No, strike that.

I'm not with the CIA

or any US Government authority.

I'm with Torchwood,

and we're going to expose everything
that's going on here,

everything that I just witnessed.

Uh!

They're calling them Category 1 s,

and from what I've seen,
don't ever let them call you that.

The minute you hear Category 1,
you better get the hell out of Dodge,

because they are going to burn you.

That's what this place is for...

...incineration.
And we all know the drill.

They'll start with the Category 1 s,
the ones who can't protest.

Then they'll go on to convicted felons
or illegal immigrants, hell...

anyone we just don't like,

because everybody gets sick,
which means,

one day, everybody ends up here.
Those ovens are waiting for all of us.

But I will tell you one thing...

...I'm going to find the bastard
that killed Vera.

Oh, yeah,
and I'm going to burn his ass.

End of shift. We're done.

Oh, erm...

Guess we should go.

Damn straight.
They don't pay overtime.

And make sure you get paid in cash,
not cheques.

I've got $2,000
with the savings expedition.

They said, "You can't remove it."

I said, "That's my money." They said,
"It's a national emergency." I said,

"Well, If it's an emergency,
then I'm going to need every cent."

Hey, I, urn, I forgot my cell.

You go on ahead. Don't wait for me.

- What happened to her?
- Not a problem,

not any more.

I scrubbed my hands raw.

But you see it on TV. They...

still find tiny little flecks
of blood under the nails.

What did you do to her?

Always have a fresh shirt, Ralph.

Only brought it in case
I had time for badminton...

at the club. The club. That'd be nice
right now, a game of badminton...

Colin...

that module thing, what happens there?

It's "Mr Maloney". It's "sir".

I'd like to know, sir.
What happens in that module?

It's not my fault. It's the...system.

The module was storage.

We were supposed to use it as storage

until some senator signs some paperwork
and gives the command.

I just did things a little early,

- that's all.
- But what did you do?

You're kidding me. They didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

They asked me to stay on. Double shift.
They said to go check in

with the categorisation centre,
help with processing.

They say one thing
and then they say another.

- What is it?
- I just, um...

I just received these forms.

And I'm new,
I don't know what to do, but, um,

I think they're for you.

- What forms?
- Um...

I don't know. Some...sort of wage form

in cash. Not sure.

Just leave 'em on the desk.

Badminton.

I'm sorry?

Badminton. I...

I was sweating profusely. Do you play?

No, sir.

Right.

OK, um...

So, well, I was sent
to be your liaison and...

if there's anything else I can do for you,
just ask, anything at all.

I'm fine.

- Tea? Coffee? Or...
- No, thanks. Fine.

Back to work with you.

Come on, hop, skip, jump.

Yes, sir.

Oh, my God. I did not agree to this.

- Everything's going to be fine.
- But we murdered her!

No, no...

The modules were designed to kill.

Therefore,
death within this compound is legal.

How does that work?

Because I say so!

Did you see these day staff?
They're illegal immigrants, all of them.

They can't even spell. Look at this.
This is wrong...

- We're going to get arrested for this.
- No. No, we won't. No, no, no, no.

Cos this is what you're gonna do.

This is wrong. This is wrong.

It might make sense in Mexico,
but not here. This is wrong!

You're going to take her car
and drive it into San Pedro.

You know that shopping mall?
The Constitution Mall?

Drop it off there.
It's a huge car park, thousands of cars.

And we've got trucks that go
past there every half hour,

so just authorise yourself to drive back.

She goes missing,
it's got nothing to do with us.

- Is that going to work?
- Ralph...

they're never going to find her,
she's dust.

Oh, Jesus.

And we put this place on a red alert,
complete lockdown.

Cos lockdown means that every member
of the staff is logged and noted.

It'll give us a perfect alibi.

She disappeared halfway across town
while we were on duty all night.

Security? Yeah, give me the chief.
We're going to Condition One.

REX: They're moving men
and equipment to the gates.

Something's going on.

Let's go, everybody. Lockdown.

That's right.
We're officially in lockdown, folks.

Nobody leaves until further notice.
Yes, sir. This is a drill.

We're testing our readiness
in case of emergency.

LOUD SPEAKER:
This site is now in Iockdown.

I repeat; this site
is in immediate Lockdown.

It's a lockdown. Yeah.

Look at that - they're closing
the gates on the slaughterhouse.

There's no way they're stopping me.

I will get this evidence out.

I said it's lockdown, Miss... What is it?

Esther. Esther Drummond.
Sorry, I just needed to call home.

Well, read the rule book.

All exterior calls
have to be authorised by me.

What about visitors, sir?

Shouldn't we escort them out?

Isn't that observer still here?
The one from Washington...

- Dr...Juarez?
- No, she left. She's gone.

Matter of fact, she said I was running
an excellent command. Very good indeed.

That's her exact words -
"Very good indeed".

Dr Patel?

Are you Dr Alicia Patel?

I'm sorry, can it wait?

No, listen,
you've got to change this paperwork.

There's been a mistake.
It's about my father.

Geraint Wyn Cooper,
he's been placed in Category 1,

but he's not that bad, I swear.

- I've seen him, he's just unconscious.
- Well, it's debatable.

There's a fine line
between Category 1 and 2...

No, but you saw him. You labelled him.

And there's definitely been a mistake.

I'm just following the guidelines
given by the government.

Can you take another look?

If I did that for you,
I'd have to do it for everyone.

- We're under enough pressure as it is.
- I understand, but li...

Sorry, listen.
You... You have to change this, OK?

They move the Category 1s at 6am.
They'll take him to the module.

Sorry, not my department.

Really?

Is that so? Well, do you even know
what your department is, Dr Patel?

Do you even know what really happens here?
Do you know what happens in the module?

Like I said, I'm rather busy.

They burn people. They burn living people.

The Category 1 s, they're still alive,
but they're being burnt.

This place has been built
around institutional murder.

I'm not the one who makes the rules.

You knew about this?

Category 1 s are dead. That's the law.

Under the emergency rulings

for the sake of public health,
dead bodies can be incinerated en masse.

Well, I'm glad you've got
the law on your side.

But are you actually there,
in the module?

Are you actually throwing the switch?

Well, are you? No. No, you're here.

You're nice and safe,
hidden behind your paperwork.

You haven't got the nerve
to actually watch them burn.

Because then you'd have
to face the truth, wouldn't you?

That this isn't a hospital,
this is a concentration camp.

If you'll excuse me...

They built a concentration camp
here in Britain today, and you...you, you

are one of the staff!

The entire healthcare system
is about to collapse.

- What else am I supposed to do?
- You say no.

You say no, that's what you do.
For the love of God, you say no.

- But I can't.
- Don't you dare.

Don't you dare. Don't you dare look at me
and tell me you're obeying orders.

Don't you bloody dare.

Oh...and one more thing...

...don't call yourself a doctor.

Not any more.

Shame on you.

Rhys!

Oh, my God,
I was driving them to the module!

I was driving living people
into the ovens!

You weren't to know, all right?
You were just doing your job.

Yeah, well, I'm not doing it any more.

- I quit the bastard thing.
- Well, not just yet.

I need you to do
one more transfer for me -

my dad, we're taking him out.

We can't.
The, um, the compound's closed down.

- No more movement orders till 6am.
- I know, Rhys!

That's when they're going
to take my father to his death!

All right?
I need you to steal some keys.

I need you to get a hold of a lorry.
I don't...

I don't know.
I just need you to do something.

- Of course I will.
- The, um...

The nurses, they change over at Sam.
That's our only chance.

- I'll get my dad, you get a truck, OK?
- OK!

We can do this, OK?
We can beat the system.

We can beat them all. All right?

Go!

No, Janet, you don't know me,
but...I know you.

Yeah?

You work at PhiCorp?

You didn't answer my question.

What are you drinking?

Appletini.

Your name is Janet Rae Tanner.

You're 27 years old, 5'9", 119 lbs.

The youngest daughter
of Gerald and Elaine Tanner

of Nantucket, Massachusetts.
You moved to California to attend college,

where you earned
a bachelor's degree in art history.

You currently reside
at a Westwood apartment.

You go to the gym three times a week

and you drive your hybrid
downtown every day

to an administrative assistant position
at PhiCorp Industries.

And you're some creepy stalker dude
last seen on America's Most Wanted.

I may be wanted,
but it's not what you think.

Listen,

I don't know what kind of game you're
playing, but...I'm meeting someone.

After he has dinner with his wife.

I came across some e-mails
from you to your boss, Stuart Owens.

"Can't wait to see you." Nice.

Then "Happy Valentine's Day." Sweet!

Then a little less subtle.

"You can so do me tonight." Ouch!

What do you want?

I want your help, Janet. Right now,

I've got some friends
risking their lives because we think

PhiCorp is doing some very bad things

and we need to find out who's behind it.

Please, you can't tell anybody about us.

I won't. I just want some information
from your boss.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

Sweet Janet Rae,
I wish he felt the same about you.

I'm sending you some more e-mails

from Stuart Owens to the head
of PhiCorp human resources,

requesting your transfer
to Cincinnati! Whoo-hoo!

He's such a romantic.

Bastard.

I like the bit
where he calls you “limited...

"Limited."

So what do you say, Janet?

We could sit here drinking appletinis
and complaining about men all night.

Or we can go get that
PhiCorp boss of yours.

What do you say, Janet Rae?

Love the vintage coat!

Thanks. Maybe the three of us
should have a drink sometime.

- The three of us?
- You, me...and the coat.

Well, I suppose I should have the salad.

I'd go for the steak if I were you,

with a very large bourbon
and a pack of cigarettes.

Why not?
We're going to live for ever, right?

Courtesy of PhiCorp.

Excuse me,
I think you're at the wrong table.

You're Stuart Owens, aren't you?

You're the Chief Operating Officer
for PhiCorp Industries.

Well, you obviously know who I am
or you wouldn't be here.

The question is, who are you?

I'm a friend of Janet's. Your secretary?

We met at a bar, the one you were
planning on going to after dinner.

Does your wife know?

- Elizabeth...
- Don't go,

or we'll hurt her. My associates
are holding Janet hostage.

- You need proof?
-

- Hello? Who's there?
- Help. Help me.

- Janet, where are you?
- I don't know.

I'm in a cellar. They've got me tied up.

They're hurting me, Stuart'.
Make them stop.

What exactly do you want?

I'll let you know
when it's safe to release her.

Go get him.

The truth.

About what?

The miracle. How was it done?
Why was it done?

How can it be undone?

- Why would I have the answer?
- When the day came,

PhiCorp was ready. We found
warehouses stocked with painkillers

- waiting for the miracle to come along.
- That's your smoking gun?

You're a man in charge.

- You knew it was coming.
- Mr...

Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness.

- Are you with the military?
- Freelance.

I represent the people
who are trying to stop PhiCorp.

So that security breach

- on the 33rd floor...
- That was us.

It's not me you're after.

In fact, I've been trying to find out
the truth just as much as you.

I'm not...a bad man, Mr Harkness.

- Captain.
- I'm not a bad man, Captain.

I'm not a good one, either.

I'm a middleman,
in every sense of the word.

And faced with the thought of being
who I am for God knows how long,

I'm just as keen as you to find out
exactly what's going on.

Especially with the stock market
threatening to collapse,

a man like me needs insurance.

You don't believe me.

You think I'm the epitome of evil,
the devil in a three-piece suit.

In my experience, that's how it works.

Your experience must be rather simple.

You have a rather archaic view
of good versus evil, don't you?

Tell me who's behind this.

I've been trying to find out!

I've sent agents all over the world
following the paper trail,

the back-room deals, the holding
companies within holding companies.

That's when I came face to face
with the true face of evil.

- The system itself.
- Precisely.

If schemes and conspiracies
are being plotted,

then they must be seen
only as patterns, waves...

shifts that are either too small
or too vast to be perceived.

Someone is playing the system,
right across Planet Earth,

with infinite grace
beyond any one person's sight.

No, I'm sorry, Captain,

but PhiCorp isn't controlling this.

Profiting, yes,

but this is part of a much larger design,
way beyond any of us.

But how can you be part of it
and not know what's going on?

Let me give you an example -
these warehouses full of drugs,

no doubt you'd love
to uncover an incriminating memo

dated the day before Miracle Day,
signed by me,

authorising the stockpiling
of painkillers.

The truth is, a pattern like that began,
say, maybe five years ago

with the systematic increase in production

in random factories around the world,
based on market-share projections.

Where was the warehouse?

Washington DC, 3rd and Boston.

I'd imagine transportation
of the drugs to the 3rd and Boston

was then carried out
over a 12-month period

by, say, maybe
five different haulage companies

outsourced to seven or eight
different independent suppliers.

So that means everyone's to blame -
everyone and no-one.

Whoever is behind this,
they don't show themselves.

Not to me, not to you.

But to play the system like this -

the markets, the politics, industry...

...they had to be planning this
for a very long time.

I wish I knew who they were.

I was told that the miracle
involves geography.

- Does that mean anything?
- No.

But there is one word
that my operatives picked up

dating back to the mid-'90s

- and then erased.
- What is it?

The Blessing.

What does it mean?

There was a document from Italy

from a source inside the Council
Of Ministers, a contact then deceased.

It simply referred to the Blessing.

It said, "They have found the Blessing."

MAN: Excuse me. Could you direct us

- to Mr Owen's table?
- That's his table there.

It seems my wife called the authorities.
Hmm.

Go ahead.

What the hell was that?

Check it out.

Sir? Are you all right?

What's a Cat 1 doing out here?

Sorry.

RADIO: Billy, do you read me?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's me.
- What's going on?

- Well, we got new orders.
- New orders?

Yeah. They need you at the modules.

They, urn, they need
more men at the module.

You'd better get down there pronto.
I'm already here.

What about the checkpoint?

I don't know, they said to just leave it.
They said, um...

I don't know what they said,
I wasn't listening.

That sounds like you. I'm on my way.

LOUD SPEAKER: Identify yourself.

Uh...

- Identify yourself.
- Just need to get out.

Going out for a smoke.

Sure, man. Go ahead.

Who the hell are you?

Someone's breached the compound,
someone with a camera.

No, no, no. Nothing's going wrong.
Nothing, nothing, nothing...

He wants to talk to whoever's in charge.

No, he doesn't. No, no, no.
No, he doesn't. No.

OK...who is he?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- I don't know. He said, "Torchwood."

All right, you wait here.
I'll deal with it.

Mr Maloney,
I need your signature on this.

- Not now.
- I can walk with you, but...

I said, "Not now!"

So where's he going?

Where do you think you're going?

Mr Maloney.

How blonde are you? It's a lockdown.

We haven't got clearance.
Got to stay at your desk.

I'm telling you right now,
you're making a big mistake.

You're gonna all be implicated,
all of you.

All right, leave us alone.
Go to Jackson on the west gate.

He's got new allocations for you.

So, who the hell are you?

I'll ask the questions.

- I need to know who you are.
- I told them already,

Rex Matheson.
Now, who the hell are you?

Colin Maloney, thank you,
director of the San Pedro Facility.

Director, hmm.

There's going to be hell to pay,
cos you're the man in charge.

- What do you mean?
- Look, just call the police, OK?

Go ahead, call them. Arrest me.
Because I want to make a statement.

I'm going to expose everything
that's going on here,

what you guys are doing to the patients
and what you did to Vera.

- What they did to who?
- You built ovens!

And you're the director so you know that.

I'm not in charge of policy.

We had instructions that got
sent out nationwide, worldwide.

And we had orders from above not
to say anything. I just did as I was told.

OK.

All right. OK, you're the middleman.
I get it.

But I'm telling you right now
you need to listen.

Because you're caught in the middle
of this thing just like me.

There are things are happening here
that's way out of control.

Someone's using this place
to bring back murder!

There was a Dr Juarez on this site, right?
Hmm? Yeah?

Well, someone burned her alive.

- No, no, no, no, no. Couldn't happen.
- And you've got the chance now...

Look at me. Look at me.

You've got the chance
to make yourself a hero,

because we could tell the world.

- Yeah, I'd be a hero?
- Colin...

my man, when this thing blows wide open,
people will stand trial

for crimes against humanity.
But you see, you...

you could be standing right by me,
right by my side.

Well, I suppose, er...
it's my duty to help.

If we could find the one to blame...
Must be...

one of the staff, one of the guards.

All right, well, look,
I've got evidence. It's right there.

Go ahead, take a look.
They took it off me.

I taped it. I taped everything.
You can see it all. It's proof

that someone's using the modules for
murder, not just the Category 1 s either.

I don't know. I... I shouldn't.

Do you want proof, hmm?

Then look at it. Take a look at it.

Play the tape, damn it, and you'll see
why you need to let me go.

I don't know. I shouldn't.

Yeah, play it.

I'm sorry. Um, Mr Maloney just called
about that Torchwood man.

Sorry, I'm new to all this.

But he wanted me to ask,
is his name Rex Matheson?

Yeah.

OK. I'll call them back.
Oh, um, what extension was he on?

I don't know. Generator room.

That was it. Yeah, thanks.

I told you,
you can't go out in a lockdown.

I said you're not allowed outside.
I'm reporting you!

I'm sorry. I knew you had to see that.

- You OK?
- Oh, yeah.

All right, so now do you see?

You see why you need
to release me, right?

So come on, we should go
to the police together, right now.

I don't know, it's a...

I haven't got anything I can...

You hurt yourself?

Oh, yeah. It's a long story.
But come on...

how about we get out of here, huh?

I wonder... What can I use?
What can 1...?

They gave you the keys.

- Yeah, but what can I use?
- You have the keys.

I just can't focus, can't think.

I've never been too practical.
I'm more of an ideas man.

I'm very good at badminton.

Yea h, all right.

Say, how about you, um, unlock me now?

It'll have to do.

What are you doing?

Hey, Colin, look at me.
Colin, what are you doing?

Look at me in my eyes.

Colin, what are you doing?
Don't do that.

Look at me. Colin, look at me in my eyes.
Look at me!

Colin. Colin!

Don't do it. Argh!

It was you!

I'm sorry.

You killed her!

I'm very sorry.
It's just been such a long day.

All I want to do is go home.

But you can't kill me.
Don't do it. I can't die.

You can't kill me.
Colin, don't you see? I won't die.

Argh!

Mr Maloney?

Mr Maloney?

I'm here.

What is it?

Urn, there's a phone call for you, sir.

Very important. I...

I could take over for you here.

A phone call? Um, who is it?

Um...Dr Juarez.

She said it's urgent.

She said that, um,
she needs the population of the camp.

Dr Juarez?

When did she call?

Just now.

Did you speak to her?

Yes, yes, I did.

And this was when? When exactly

- was just now?
- Five minutes ago.

- Esther! Esther!
- Rex?

Esther, just run! He killed Vera!

Esther!

Leave her alone, damn it!

Aaargh!

Argh! Agh!

Esther!

What happened?

- I killed... I killed him.
- No.

Oh, my God, I killed him, Rex.

No, no. You didn't, OK?
Nobody dies, remember?

He's just a Category 1 now.
Now, look, stay with me.

Come on, look at me. Look at me.

I need you to go in his pocket
and get the keys.

- No.
- Esther,

we've got to get out of here.
Come on, stay focused.

Get the keys. Go get the key.

This has got to stop.

Thank you!

Bloody hell!

- What do you think you're doing?
- My job, isn't it?

Don't scare a man like that.

Patient transfer at this time of night?

- I just do what I'm told.
- And exactly what were you told?

- Patient transfer, 5am.
- Who told you this?

- My supervisor, who else?
- What's his name?

Um... Well, he's got more authority
than you, mate. He's a captain.

Captain Jack Harkness. He ordered me.

That's a bit odd.
I don't see a Harkness on our roster.

I'd better make some calls.

Oh...God!

Typical!

Not long now, Dad, I promise.

Oh, hell to pay, Rhys Williams,
if you don't show. Hell to pay.

Oh, mama...

- Can I go now?
- I don't understand.

They've stopped movement orders
until 6am,

but you've been given
special instructions apparently.

- Why's that, then?
- Yeah, well,

this Captain Harkness
must have taken a shine to me.

He had that look about him,
if you know what I mean.

Not that there's anything wrong with that,
of course!

Um... Oh, look at the time.
I'm late enough as it is.

I need to make another call.

MAN: Did you hear, a boatload of
Category 2s arrived in Cardiff last night?

One of those cruise ships
full of British citizens from abroad.

- All sick as dogs?
- Hell of a state.

- Expelled from Europe like boat people.
- Last thing we need is more patients.

Come on, we've got to get these
Cat 1 s ready for transport.

All right, Dad,
I'm getting you out of here...now.

Bless you.

Where the hell were you?!

I was on time,
only this officious bastard held me up.

Why didn't you just
run him over or something?

I'm not the running-over type, Gwen,
you know that.

Anyway, I drove off when
the silly bugger was on the phone.

- He's probably followed me.
- One, two, three.

OK, let's get him. Gently now.

- OK, I got you.
- Ready, one, two, three. OK.

Get going, then. Take Dad home.

There's something I've got to do here
first before I go to the States.

You're going back to America?

We've got to find out what's behind
all of this and put a stop to it,

once and for all. But before I do,
I haven't finished with this place yet.

That's him! That's him! That's him!

Hey, hey, hey! Where's my goodbye kiss,
you big fool?

- Bye...
- Get going.

Now, you hold it right there!

Get me the south gate.

Here we go.

MAN: Hey, you!

Hey!

- Fire!
-

I just hope someone's listening.

COMPUTER: Hello. Anybody home?

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Jack, is that you?

In the flesh. You OK?

Yes...

I know, Jack. I'll be there soon.
I'm coming back to the fight.

- To the fight.
- We need you.

But first, there's something
I've got to show you.

Record it for me, Jack.

Oh, lovely.

Jack, you watching?

I'm here.

And I've opened up the radio link.
Make your message.

This is the truth
for the whole world to see.

We let our governments
build concentration camps.

They built ovens for people in our names.

Now, I don't care
if the whole of society bends over

and takes this like a dog,
I'm saying, "No."

That's my girl.

Well, all the guards are gone.
The regular army is coming in.

They'll shut it down.

It was sanctioned...
by the government...

...and they've got my name.

They've got my name.
I was on staff as Esther Drummond.

Esther, listen, stop it, OK?
just stop it. You saved me.

I spent all that time
wanting a job like yours.

Look at me now.

OK.

It's OK, you...
you're allowed to feel like this.

Come here.

Listen to me.

This is not over, not for Torchwood.

And I need you in this fight.

OK.

So get it together and do it fast.

OK.

I'm fine. I'm...

I'm ready.

Yeah.

Me too.

TV: Flesh can bum. That's
the stark truth facing the world today.

We've known since Miracle Day
that flesh can still burn.

But today there's outrage...

We did it. We're whistle-blowers.

Every major news organisation.

The world knows the truth now.

Let the outrage begin.

You really think it's that easy, huh?

The death of Vera Juarez
demands a full investigation,

but there will be no apology
for the Category 7 process. Now,

we exist in a permanent
state of emergency.

The White House stands by
our disaster response

as...as appropriate
and as sanctioned by Congress.

This is exactly what we would do
in times of a famine

- or a plague or pestilence...
- REX: You see that?

They should be shutting down those camps
right now. They're just talking about it.

At least we've made it public.

Torchwood wasn't designed
to fight politicians.

If we really want to stop this happening,

we need to look at the bigger picture,

find out what the Blessing is.

RHYS: Hello, I'm not available,

but please leave your name and number,
and I'll call you back as soon as I can.

-
- Thank you!

Rhys, it's me again.
Um, I've landed. I'm back in LA.

Where are you, you bloody fool?

Why aren't you picking up the phone?
Call me back.

LOUD SPEAKER: Gwen Cooper
to the white courtesy phone.

Gwen Cooper, you have a call.

Gwen Cooper to the white courtesy phone.
Gwen Cooper; you have a call.

This is Gwen Cooper.

Hello, this is Gwen Cooper.
You said I had a message.

MAN: Lenses.

What? What did you just say?

Lenses.

Who...

Who are...

Who are you?

What do you want?

What do you want?!

Why am I tied down?

Somebody's taken Anwen, Rhys, my mother,

the whole bloody family. They said if I
bring you, they'll let them go unharmed.

They want to kill you,
but why do they want to do that?

I don't know.

Well, you've done something, haven't you?
Way back when

in that long bloody life of yours!

Now, you think. Think!

Harkness! I'm looking for

Jack Harkness!

That's me!

- Welcome to America, Mr Harkness.
- Thank you very much, Inspector.

Hey, wait! Stop that man!

MAN: Where are you from?

JACK: A mag/cal island called Torchwood.

Whatever you do,
don't look in the box.

Because I know exactly what you're
thinking, Jack Harkness. I know it.

This is about my daughter.

And I swear, for her sake,
I will see you killed.