Torchwood, outside the government, beyond the police
tracking down alien life on earth,
arming the human race against the future.
The 21st Century is when everything changes.
And you've gotta be ready.
Yes!
That is the last time you choose a film.
I was told it was good. I feel asleep, Rhys.
What does it mean, "Special Ops"?
It's no big deal. Mostly filing.
Special admin, really.
Can we talk about something else? Oh, come on,
it's your first day tomorrow, I'm excited for you! Big promotion.
Secondment. You'll be brilliant.
Let's have an early night. Check, please!
Bloody hell! Is that plane on fire?
It's not a plane.
We haven't paid. Come on.
What was that?
I've got to go to work.
Simple locating clean up operation. Find that meteorite before anyone else gets their hands on it.
Good to see you, by the way.
Tosh, you found it yet? You got enough kit?
Basic tracking and surveillance.
The crash site.
With this we can tap into CCTV networks, national databases.
This is the police computer system. You shouldn't have this!
Might wanna stop saying "you" and start saying "we".
Crash site is 100 metres ahead.
Shit.
The amateurs got here first.
All right. Usual formation.
What's the usual formation?
Varies. How can a usual formation vary?
Who the hell are you?
Sorry! This area's restricted. No, it's all right, I'm with...
Special Ops. I'm Special Ops.
Torchwood. I'm with Torchwood. Don't mess with me, little girl.
You're not with Torchwood. And even if you were...
You'd have put out the welcome banners!
First of all, she's no little girl.
All the right curves in all the right places.
But she is Torchwood. We both are. We'd appreciate it
if you'd leave us to do the real work.
Shall we?
So let's see what we came for.
What do we know? Bog standard space debris.
That's a technical term. Yeah, thanks.
So take all the readings and let's get out of here.
Make yourself useful, sweetheart!
Pass us the big chisel from the toolbox. Not sweetheart - Gwen.
One syllable, sure you can manage it. Not sweetcheeks? Freckles? New Girl?
It's a shame your tool's not big enough for the job, darlin'.
Catch! Don't! Shit!
Put this on!
Is this all I get now, your voicemail?
You're out with her, aren't you?
You bastard, you could've had the decency to text.
I've been standin' in there all on my own.
I'm sick of this hanging around all of the time waiting for you to show up. I wish I'd never met you.
I wish I was dead, no, I wish you were dead.
Call me back.
Hiya. Evening, ladies. Hiya, handsome.
Very nice.
Where do you think you're going?
I've been in once, I came out to make a call.
There's no readmission.
Um, OK, then, on you go.
Watch and learn, boys.
I don't even know your name.
Overrated, names.
I don't think... I can... hold on.
Well, go on, then.
Go on... you're... this is... the best... Oh!
I'm so sorry. Seriously, stop saying that.
But I am! I mean, really, I mean really, really sorry.
God, I can't believe it. Didn't they teach you Health and Safety in the police?
You chucked tools at each other, so...
We didn't miss. I'll sort it.
Whatever's happened, I'll deal with it. What d'you think has happened?
I mean, it was just gas, wasn't it?
That can't be too bad, can it?
Right, because gas never did anyone any harm
On the plus side, we've got good evidence, relatively undamaged.
On the downside, there's an alien on the loose,
we don't know where it is, why it's here or what it's going to do.
Give her a break! God, this has been the worst first day ever.
We all make mistakes. Now we find and recover whatever came out of there.
This might help. Nightclub death been phoned into 999.
Circumstances sound... a little unusual.
Might be connected.
Torchwood.
Gwen? Hi!
Bloody hell! Look at you, all posh.
Special ops! We were wondering.
I meant to call.
It's been a bit of a whirlwind. Go on, then, tell us all. Coming?
Yeah, sorry.
You can get away now. No point you freezing your arse off out here.
Boss of me now, are you?
Say hi to everyone for me.
This is all that's left?
How's that possible? The question is how did you know this used to be a body?
Go on, son! With you all the way!
Bit of a shock, I tell you.
We need to see that CCTV.
Wow. Oh, my God! He just... Came and went.
That's the way I'd like to go.
I'm sure we could arrange it. How can that be?
It doesn't make any sense.
It's not possible. Do you know the girl's name?
Did they arrive together or meet in the club?
Is she a regular? Would any of the other staff know her? I dunno!
We get hundreds of people here every weekend.
I don't keep tabs. Thanks for your help.
We've got all we need.
What are you talking about? We haven't got a clue. We don't even know her name!
We need a body from the cryo-chamber, close match for the dead guy.
Disfigure the face, dump it someplace remote, make it look like a suicide attempt.
You have a stash of bodies?
What about his family?
You can't just fake his death. You want to tell his family
he died screwing an alien? We don't know for sure.
Same elements recorded at the crash site.
Traces all over the club but strongest in this area.
Something happened here.
It's my fault.
If it weren't for me, he'd still be alive.
That'll get you nowhere, that thinking.
At least now we know a little more.
The alien's taken on a host body.
We can't let her kill again.
I said to them, you're putting yourselves out of work, behaving like this.
I can get five Polish lads who don't take any breaks,
happy as sand boys, all for 56 quid above board.
I told Niall, I said, "Why should I bother with your moaning mates when I can get this?"
Carys? Dad?
Hangover from hell, is it?
What did you get up to last night?
I can't really remember.
Mullered, I was.
Gotta go.
Tony needs the van by nine.
You in tonight?
What's this supposed to do? I'm using satellite-tracking data
to determine the inward trajectory of the meteorite.
He means he's trying to find out where it's came from.
Sometimes techno babble is good for the soul. So this is a route planner.
Not far off.
Rhys, my boyfriend, is a transport manager. He does this sort of stuff.
On a slightly smaller scale, though. You have a boyfriend?
Yeah. Have you? Don't have time with this job.
What about you? You seeing anyone? You've gotta be joking.
I can get all the grief I need here.
None of you have partners?
Just you, newbie.
I'm not being rude or anything... Well, maybe I am, but...
how do you switch off from all this stuff?
What do you do to relax?
I torture people in happy relationships.
Gas traces confirmed as Vorax and Suranium.
My two favourite gases. Can we do a check, and find out what we know about them?
I'm all over it. What's this doing?
I've taken an image of the girl from the CCTV. This cross-checks her face with the UK population.
You can't have every face in the UK on there.
That would be against civil liberties, data protection...
Still doing that "you" instead of "we" thing.
119 suspects.
It's supposed to give us a single match.
The CCTV was too low res. I've tried magnifying and augmenting but it just breaks up.
The software can't function properly. It's narrowed the numbers down.
I could check through the rest. The old fashioned way - with my eyes.
What about the fingerprints I took off the alley wall?
It was a long-shot, anyway. Just a bit.
Least I'm trying to do something. You're trying anything.
The CCTV must have picked up her arrival at the club.
Tosh, can you reformat the image recognition software
to trace her journey backwards via street cameras?
It'll take a while to process.
Every possible turn means thousands of probabilities.
Have a go. At least we'll know where she started.
We could cross reference that with the remaining face matches.
Good one, newbie! That's a bit more like it!
Ah!
No!
You're keeping our website in business.
Well, your, er, dad's not in, then?
Get your clothes off! Steady, Carys!
All right, that's enough.
Joke over. Barry's put you up to this, has he? Shut up!
What's going on? Put your trousers on and get out. NOW!
It always breaks my heart to say those words. Air quality's OK.
Gwen, look out!
What's that? It's a sort of inflatable cell.
Power runs down after an hour. The battery life's bollocks.
Who said you could use that? Um, I just stopped a prisoner escaping.
You know the rules. None of that stuff leaves the building without my permission.
Fine. Don't thank me.
Come with us.
See what you can find out from her. But aren't you going to help me?
I don't know what I'm doing.
Usually better if you don't say that in front of the prisoner.
Are you MI5?
Where am I? What do you want?
I think you know, Carys.
How d'you know my name? I've never been in trouble.
What do you want from me?
I know there's something living inside you
and I know what it made you do. His name was Matt Stevens.
His parents lost their only child at 3:07 this morning.
Ah! Ah!
You broke my ship.
Come on then. Where are you from
and why are you trying to invade earth? You can forget about enslaving us.
Who said anything about enslaving?
Well, that's what you lot do. Aliens. Isn't it?
No, I just want the energy.
The climax.
I live off that energy.
Right, sorry, just to recap.
You've travelled here to feed off orgasmic energy?
There's nothing else out there like it.
You taste so good.
You're the best hit there is. Ah! Ah! No!
Help me
Please, get it out of me.
Carys?
Hel-lo.
Happy birthday, me.
OK, first contact with an alien.
Not quite what I expected.
Oi, you lot... treat!
Whoa. Wow.
She said she had a boyfriend.
You people and your quaint little categories.
We should really get her out of there.
Yeah. I mean, yeah! Come on!
Just... record a bit first.
No! It's no good.
It's got to be a man.
Ah! Oh!
I'm losing.
Promise me you'll help me.
Promise me.
I promise.
Hi.
You're not still at work? 'Fraid so.
'What time will you be done?' Not sure when I'll be finished.
Is it exciting, though, have you had loads of excitement? Erm, some.
Er sorry, yeah, is now a good time?
Em, maybe not the best.
Oh, pity me, I'm a Special Ops widow.
I'll call you later.
'Bye. '
Way to go, newbie! That is what I call a methodical investigation.
I can't wait to see you take down her particulars.
What are you doing? Get off me!
That girl's body is being overrun by I don't know what. And you think it's a joke?
All right! Jesus! I'm sorry. We should be helping her.
She's not some lab rat. No, she's a murderer.
You were the one who wanted her caught.
How come suddenly she's your best friend?
You know, strictly speaking, throttling the staff is my job.
So who's for Chinese?
And she said...
"If I'd known that's what he was, I never would have married him!"
She knew all along! She didn't care.
Until he started leaving black piles of mucus in the bathtub.
Always the big giveaway. Aliens have no sense of household hygiene.
Which reminds me, gotta pee.
So what's he told you? What about?
Himself! You've been here longer than I have. We were banking on you!
You're a copper, trained to ask questions. You don't know anything?
Not who he is, not where he's from. Nothing, except him being gay.
No, he's not. Really, do you think?
Owen does. I don't.
And I don't care.
Period military is not the dress code of a straight man.
I think it suits him. Sort of classic.
Exactly! I've watched him in action. He'll shag anything if it's gorgeous enough.
We know he's from America, right? We don't know that for sure.
No US citizen by the name of Jack Harkness born in the last 50 years.
Maybe his identity's classified.
Used to be something big in the CIA. That's what I reckon.
He must have his reasons for wanting to keep things secret.
Sure he has. Doesn't stop me wanting to know what they are.
What's that sound?
What are we doing having Chinese while a girl fights for her life?
Actually, while we've been eating, the computers have been running a full bio-scan on Carys,
profiling her blood, metabolism, organs, skin, the works.
So we can see what effect the alien's having on her. They've also been
taking samples of the air in the cell so we can analyse changes in the environment around her.
Now, is that enough, do you want more?
Cos it gets kinda boring.
You've been hidden down here too long.
Spending so much time with the alien stuff, you've lost what it means to be human.
So remind us.
Tell me what it means to be human in the 21st century.
All right.
Carys Fletcher, born 13th November, 1987.
School reports, personnel files from her temping agency,
swimming badges, reports of her mother's death in a car crash.
And emails discussing the merits of Orlando Bloom and Heath Ledger.
Why have you done this? This isn't about meteorites or gases. We have a trapped girl
and we have to save her. When I was with her in the cell, Carys told me she was losing.
We have to find a way to keep her fighting,
remind her to hold on to who she is.
Have I got something on my face?
No.
Just, it's... brilliant.
You are brilliant.
Thank you.
So we should bring in her dad.
You're kidding. We've got to find something to connect with her.
Make her fight back. Our priority is to contain the alien threat.
Not put civilians in a cell with it. We should be helping her.
If we don't, who will, Jack? Are you always this awkward?
'You should take a look at this. '
This is the normal chemical composition of the air in that cell.
And these are the readings from the last hour.
The alien's secreting an ultra-powerful blend of airborne pheromones.
Sex pheromones. 1,000 times more potent than anything we'd normally experience.
She's a walking aphrodisiac!
I did wonder why I... Actually, I sort of snogged her.
We know.
Now, still wanna put her father in the cell?
God, no! We can't let any man near... Owen!
Jack, Carys is out of her cell.
Cheeky bitch took my swipe card!
'I'll deal with it. And tell Owen he needs to work on those abs a bit harder. '
I was taking some readings, you know, keeping an eye on her, and bang. You got away lightly.
Be thankful she was only interested in your swipe card. Are you all right now?
Or are you still feeling a bit of a cock?
No exit, sorry.
Yeah? You want a little rough and tumble?
Well, let's make it a fair fight.
You won't stop me.
Put it down! That's worthless to anyone but me.
Down now! Or I'll shoot.
Says he will but the eyes say he won't. I'm going. Don't stop me.
Please help me.
Need me to do any attacking, sir? Appreciate the offer. Just open the door.
Now give me the jar.
NO!
After all I said, a severed hand is more important to you than Carys' life.
You want to prove yourself?
Find her. Get your old pals in the police to do something useful for once.
All right, I'll give them a call.
Put out an APB -
woman possessed by gas knobbing fellas to death.
Oi! You'd better get in here!
So I'm trying to interpret the results of the bio-scan.
Yeah, but it's just a mess, like there's no definitive readings.
Because everything in her body keeps changing,
nothing stays constant. As soon as you think
you've got something clear, the metabolic rate, the blood pressure all goes wild again.
She's fighting the alien for control of her body.
So anyway, I decided to do a comparative diagnostic.
Recreate the circumstances,
accelerate the process a little, see what's gonna happen to Carys. Yeah, thanks.
I infected the rat with a combination of the Vorax and
Suranium gas traces we found at the crash site and the nightclub.
Looks fine so far.
Once the gases start to flow round the body, the party really starts.
The heart rate triples. The brain swells, pressing against the skull.
Then the lungs began to shrink, making it impossible to breathe.
The pressure increases on all the internal organs until...
Rat jam! That's what's gonna happen to Carys?
"I'm losing", that's what she said to me. Right now, it's a struggle
between where Carys ends and the alien begins.
We have to think like her.
Put ourselves in her place. It's the only way to find her.
Except we don't know what her controlling impulse is by now -
Carys or the alien inside. The last thing I saw was a fight for control.
The overriding factor for the parasite is to have sex.
It's a survival instinct - that's bound to be the strongest drive.
All right, so you're Carys. You're desperate for sex cos that's what the thing inside you needs,
but you know it will kill. Where would you go?
I'd come round and shag you.
What? It's a joke! Can't I have a joke with my team-mates? Right now? No.
So what are we talking about? Brothels? Lap dance clubs?
Anywhere there's eager men?
I know what I'd do.
What the hell are you doing here? You look a bit wired.
I had to see you. You should've called. Bethan might've been in.
I could kill you. I could bloody kill you!
What the hell was that message you left on my mobile last night? Sounded like you were off your face.
If I wanted to, I could kill you... now.
Look, I've told you.
I'm not leaving Bethan. You're a lovely girl, but it's just not gonna happen.
You were my first, see.
I never told you cos I thought you'd laugh.
And you're crap.
All you want is to come and you don't care what's underneath.
Go on, have a go. Get it out of your system. Ah!
Do you love me, Eddie?
Did you ever love me? No.
You could've saved yourself.
What?
We're too late.
Tosh was right, though. She went for the ex-boyfriend.
Lucky she's young.
Work your way through my back catalogue, we'll be here till the sun explodes.
Where next? And how long before that thing destroys her body?
So what's our next move. Stop the entire city of Cardiff from shagging?
Put bromide in the water supply. No, too hit and miss.
The water company got pissed off last time we did that.
It could have used any body in Cardiff. Why her? I just assumed it was random.
It's mining Carys' life to get what it needs. What else do we know about her?
Anything you can think of? What are you all looking at me for?
You did all the profiling! I don't know. Sorry.
She's great under pressure.
There's gotta be something. What did you say Carys' job was?
She's just a temp. Receptionist.
Where's she working at the moment? I can pull her employment files up.
Conway Clinic. You're joking. What's the problem?
It's a bloody fertility clinic. Sperm donors.
An unlimited supply of orgasmic energy without all the build-up. Perfect hit.
Ah! Carys. You're not on today, are you?
It needs more. The energy - it's not lasting.
Sorry?
'Mr Tunstall, room number one's ready now. '
What's this for? Need a diagram? I've never used a gun.
You were in the police!
I was on the beat! I'll make sure you don't need to use it.
I'm asking for you to get out! Relax, I can help. I don't think so, love, I'm gay.
What do we do if we find her?
How are we going to get it out of her? Judging by the test results,
the gas needed a host because prolonged exposure to our atmosphere is poisonous to it.
But our bodies are the perfect environment.
If we isolate it from Carys' body...
It won't survive for long. Sounds like we have a plan.
Force it to die.
Just like it did those poor blokes.
What about Carys? Better start praying
we get to her in time.
Come on!
Out! Now! Get as far away as you can!
God, how many more?
In here!
Nowhere to run.
All this sex. All we see, all we think.
So much beauty... and so much fear.
We want it but we're so afraid of it... Ah!
The strain on her body's too much.
Any second now, she's rat jam. One more and I'll be strong.
Each time, it works less.
Each time, the feeling's weaker.
One more. Make me feel alive.
Make me feel human.
I can't.
I can.
Jack! I've got a surplus of alive.
I'm giving it away.
You really want to feel something?
What's he doing?
That was just the kiss. Imagine the buzz you get from the rest.
Wasn't exactly the reaction I anticipated. Her body won't last much longer.
Use me.
Leave Carys. Take my body as host. Just let her live.
Gwen... I'm stronger than she is.
I'll last longer. You might be able to save me, I don't know.
OK. Jack!
You can't let her! Like she said... she's responsible for this.
Come on, then. Do it. Leave her.
How long can it survive in there?
It was pretty weak. Why?
Bit worried how long that battery'll last for.
Look... It's dying.
You travel halfway across the universe for the greatest sex.
You still end up dying alone.
Thank you.
Still here?
Everybody else is off doing... whatever it is they do when they're not here.
How long have you been there?
I wanted to finish off.
Do one thing for me.
Don't let the job consume you. You have a life. Perspective. We need that.
Who are you, Jack?
I'm sorry? You can't die. You tell me the 21st century is when it all changes,
that we have to be prepared. You do.
But how can you know? You think knowing the answers would make you feel better?
Who are you? What are you doing here?
Go home, Gwen Cooper. Eat lasagne.
Kiss your boyfriend.
Be normal.
For me.
So I said, those bloody website...
I've had years of experience.
I know the journeys, I've driven most of them, I know the best way.
Am I boring you?
Sorry.
Too grand to care about transport routes now, are we?
Let's go to bed.
You saw the echo of a moment amplified by alien technology.
A ghost... 40, 45 years ago.
I saw it happen. Ah! You need to know how to use these.
Wait!
I've see things you wouldn't believe.
No!
Get out! Help me!