Torchwood. Outside the Government, beyond the Police.
Tracking down alien life on Earth and arming the human race against the future.
The 21st century is when everything changes,
and you've got to be ready.
Nearly there.
We've been right busy since you lot were billeted here.
This your first time?
The others been teasing you, is that it?
My name's Mary.
Mary, like the virgin.
Religious man, are ya?
I'm not your bloody hound.
Whore!
METALLIC WHOOSHING
Do whores have prayers?
Once, just once, I'd like to walk into one of these tents
and find it's a party.
You know, food, drink, people dancing, girl crying in the corner.
Is it alien? And how.
I'm picking up traces of ilmenite, pyroxene, and even Dark Matter.
Any idea what it is? Not a clue.
Could be a weapon, or a really big stapler.
How's our friend there? She's dead.
Yeah, thanks, Quincy(!) She?
Judging by the size of her skull. How long have they been here, Tosh?
From the depth they found them... 196 years, 11 to 11.5 months.
The earth's been disturbed so I'm afraid I can't be more accurate.
What killed her? The stapler?
Nah. See those shattered ribs?
I reckon she was shot.
Well, let's get her back to the Hub and find out.
You're so light! You're like a girl.
I'm not light, I'm wiry. Fat girls go mad for it.
But I guess I don't need to tell you that.
I'm really sorry, I think your computer might be dead.
You're kidding. What happened?
OK, so she said I was no good at sport... Hello?
So I said, "Throw something to me and..."
What happened to the computer? Oh.
I kicked out the plug.
What? It was running a translation programme I'd written.
I'd collated every scrap of alien language we've got,
and broken it down into binary threads to see if there was a common derivation.
That's a bit of a mouthful.
Sorry. Private joke. Um, stupid joke. We're supposed to be professionals.
We've got a job to do. She's right. You're right, Tosh, I'm sorry.
Do you know what, Tosh? Sometimes I think even that stick up your arse
has got a stick up its arse.
The guy over there's been staring at me all evening, and I told him he's wasting his time but he won't listen,
so I've come over to talk to you because I know how this ends -
he gets a punch in the neck and I get barred, and I've already been barred from about 20 pubs.
And I don't want to get barred from this one because they do these nice olives on the tables.
Right. OK, then.
Cool. Let me get you a drink.
Really, there's no need. JD and Coke, and... Toshiko, what do you want?
I didn't tell you my name. Oh, yeah. That was the other thing.
I kind of know who you are. I think you're mistaken. Toshiko Sato.
Born in London, 1975, moved to Osaka when you were two, then back to the UK in 1986.
Parents in the RAF, grandfather worked at Bletchley Park.
Very impressive.
University... blah-blah, snapped up to Government science think tank when you were 20,
recruited to Torchwood three years ago.
I saw you at the building site this morning.
What was that you had in the case? How do you know about Torchwood?
There's stuff on the internet, but you have to dig really deep.
Plus, we pick bits and pieces up from police radio scanners, we also... We?
Scavengers.
Collectors. Just like you.
How many of there are you?
Oh, listen, don't think it's in any way organised.
It's really just a disparate bunch of IT guys who live with their mothers.
I shouldn't talk to you.
So go.
What's most amazing are the similarities with our own culture.
But that can be horrible, because we find lots of weapons,
and it just makes you think, "My God, everything wages war."
It's not just a trait of ours, but a trait of existence.
It makes you feel so hopeless.
But then there are times...
We found this thing, it was about A4 size, and it had all these symbols on it.
And it took me about three months to translate, and it was a letter someone had written to his family,
to his children, to say how much he was missing them.
And it just made me cry,
because I thought, even across these unimaginable distances,
there are fundamentals that stay exactly the same.
And there's no-one to talk to about this. I mean, the guys at work, they're great,
but they don't... see it the way I do.
I could be fired... just for telling you that.
I want to show you something.
It's a pendant. Put it on.
I'll drink one more, then just drive slowly. Does coffee count as food if you take sugar?
If he tugs his groin one more time, I'll smack him in the face...
I should have said it was Hammer Time when she asked what the time was.
That would have made them laugh. What are they?
I can hear voices.
Bloody Sudoku...
Did I send that email?
Did I click "reply to all"? They're people's thoughts. He doesn't touch me any more.
They're people's thoughts, Toshiko.
'I wish I'd shagged that single dad I met.'
'What's that Asian girl doing - having a fit or something?'
It's... They're so loud.
'She's cute, though. Is that her girlfriend?
'Marcus reckons he's done it with two lesbians, lucky sod.
'How would it work?' That man over there with...
I can hear him. OK, Toshiko, I need you to focus.
I can hear all of them.
'Home in on my voice. Shut everything else out.'
It's so... 'Just me. There's no-one else but me. Can you hear me?
'Can you hear me now?
'OK, I want you to home in on just MY thoughts.
'Ignore everything else. There's just so much...'
'You can do it. It takes practice, but this is what you have to learn.
'Now, what am I thinking?
'This is so hard...
'Follow my voice. What am I thinking?
'You're thinking... That I want to kiss you...'
I'm sorry, that was... No, look, it's...
Sometimes you can't control...
I know, it's fine.
Where did you get it?
It's been in the family a long time.
I've never seen anything like it. It's incredible.
It's more than incredible. With this, you can read people's minds. It levels the pitch between man and God.
Is it alien? I guess.
No, I want you to keep it.
What? I can't, Mary. Please.
I've kept it too long. After a while, it gets...
You hear too much.
It changes how you... see people.
I'll have to show it to the others.
What?
Nothing. Just, I bet you don't. And you know this from finding my CV on the internet?
No, because I know the pendant. Well, you're wrong.
Because I will. Yeah. But you won't.
Good morning.
Yeah, hi...
Ianto.
'What the hell would produce such a perfect circular puncture?
'Maybe some kind of wooden stake. Hey, Tosh.
'She'd better not go into one about the computer again.' Morning.
'Sergeant giving it all, "Oh, Gwennie has deigned to call her old mates."
'Should put a weevil in his bathroom.' I've got something to show you.
Sure. 'Please don't make us sit through another slideshow about the Incas or whatever it was.
'I want a biscuit.'
Have I got time for a pee first? 'Oh, the jeans in the boots thing has really kind of had its day.'
I... I found this thing... 'What's she talking about? She can be dead weird.
'Wonder what she'd be like in bed. Catholic but grateful, I bet.' OK.
Um, I don't know if this comes under actual technology.
'I can smell Owen on me from that shag in his car this morning.
'That's twice now - does that make it an arrangement? Has to be more than two times surely...
'Long as we keep it to just the two times we're fine. What's Tosh looking at?' You OK, Tosh?
'When she ran her tongue across my teeth...
'I should have worn different trousers - I'm gonna have to sit down till this subsides a bit.'
Yeah. No. Fine. So what is it you wanted to show us?
'I wonder if I could get Owen to come down to the vault. No, couldn't have sex in front of a weevil.
'I couldn't even do it in front of Trevor Kendall's cat.' Forget it.
It's... I found this article... I'll bring it in tomorrow.
No worries. 'But thanks for that rambling trip to nowhere, Tosh.'
'Can't imagine the time when this isn't everything.
'Pain so constant, like my stomach's full of rats.
'Feels like this is all I am now.
'There isn't an inch of me that doesn't hurt.'
I'm about to brew some of Jack's industrial strength coffee.
Would you like a cup?
I'm... I'm fine. Thanks, Ianto.
Might have known you'd have my address as well.
Did you tell them? No. I didn't.
What made you change your mind?
You listened to them, didn't you?
See, I told you! Isn't it incredible?
Some of the stuff you hear...
What is this thing? Why did you give it to me?
I told you. The things I heard.
What they thought of me, what they really thought. God, these are people that are supposed to like me!
They do like you.
People are complicated, they...
OK, I should have warned you about this.
It isn't like reading someone's diary.
The stuff you've been hearing, it's so deep, so personal - stuff they're not even aware they're thinking.
You think you know someone, then suddenly you see them for real,
and they're... bastard little kids.
Not everything. Not everyone.
I wouldn't say your thoughts were exactly pure.
At least they're consistent.
No agenda. No resentment.
They pity me.
You don't pity me.
Why would I?
What you're thinking now, that's pretty graphic.
That wasn't my thought. What? I wasn't thinking anything, that wasn't my thought.
It must have been yours.
That one! There! That's yours.
Yeah, that was mine. I, um,
certainly seem to be enjoying myself.
You would. You will.
You have no ashtrays in your whole house, not one.
What are you using? I think it's an egg cup.
You OK?
Freaking out a little? Your birthday's July, right?
You're the expert.
Isn't it a little late to still have your cards up?
What? "Lots of love, Owen."
I'm guessing that's Owen from work.
Owen from the building site yesterday morning.
Owen from the photo on your fridge. Put that down.
All I'm saying is, I don't want to get in the way of anything.
There's nothing to get in the way of.
I see.
You want to talk about it? Not really. It's OK.
Wouldn't be the first time I'd been a rebound shag.
You weren't, OK?
Nothing's happened,
nothing will ever happen.
Just one of the delightful things I found out, thanks to your bloody pendant.
It's not all bad,
the pendant.
Some of the things it can do are extraordinary.
What good could ever come of that?
You need to work that out for yourself.
You need to go somewhere public, somewhere crowded.
What am I looking for?
It will find you.
I'm sick of these riddles.
What's going on? Where did you get this? I told you.
Who are you, Mary?
Is that even your real name?
OK.
Here's another name.
Philoctetes.
I'm Philoctetes.
MULTIPLE VOICES
'Bandage my hand, say I shut it in the car door, that'll explain why the signatures don't match.'
'Gives me an hour before Lisa gets back to dress up.
'I've got to be careful.
'She's started to notice her tights are baggy at the crotch.'
'All giggly, and I'm sat there with my boobs like something out of the National Geographic.
'Six cigarettes today, and all of them post-coital glorious.
'Ah, Mr Bond, I've been expecting you.
'Some people should be prohibited from wearing a thong.
'What's that girl looking at?
'I'm gonna kill them.
I'm gonna kill them.
'Lay their bodies out afterwards, and lie next to them.
'I'll have to do myself lying down. I should have practised that.'
Sorry.
'I'll wear my glasses cos it makes me look more sensitive.'
'If Lawrence come in and finds us, he'll know it's right, and what he's been doing is trespassing.'
'I won't miss anything.
'I won't miss this city, miss this body, I won't miss anything.'
All right, Danny?
I want him back at six.
And I mean six this time.
Kelly's given me 90 minutes after-hours at the tanning salon as a wedding present.
Besides, you're breaking the law bringing him home late.
My dad reckons I could have you arrested, so think on.
Hey. Get your shoes on and go to the toilet. What's that face?
I don't wanna go. Well, you have to.
Lawrence will be here in a minute, and we're looking at napkins.
It's boring. Well, take your Space Invaders.
Lawrence bought him that. Don't hear a peep out of him now.
Mind, that's Lawrence all over - dead thoughtful. Not like some.
Oh, and no cola. I don't want him coming home all excited.
Thought you'd stopped going fishing. I have.
Oh, my God, Neil, what are you doing?
I was thinking of the Isle of Wight. Do you remember?
We had that chalet... around when Danny was walking,
and the chalet was just full of spiders and you called me your hero,
because I wasn't scared - I'd just pick them up and throw them out.
Oh, my God, Neil!
No, you're scaring me! And it was this perfect little memory.
We were happy because we were together.
And all this nonsense with Lawrence, it's fine,
I forgive you.
Because I'm looking at the bigger picture now.
Oh, my God!
Oh, Christ! Oh, no, don't! Please!
It's OK, it's just like falling asleep. Really.
Don't do this, to Danny, please!
And then we will be together forever.
It's OK. You're OK now.
Plodders.
Please stop singing. Anything to stop you singing!
I don't know what you're laughing at!
Stop singing, please don't sing, please don't sing.
What's going on?
You know the skeleton we found at the site?
Well, Amanda Burton here has just completed the post-mortem. OK, I can explain.
As you may remember, at the building site, Owen said this was a woman killed by a single gunshot.
I'd been there, like, a minute? Since then he's had to tweak some of his initial conclusions.
The first being that this isn't, in fact, a woman, but a man.
A young man. A very girly man.
But still ultimately a man.
Then there was the cause of death.
Owen said GSW. Uh-UHH! The correct answer was...
Unidentified trauma. But... Unidentified trauma?
You see it in RTAs, when something like a steering column or a post goes into a body at great velocity.
But the one thing that could be ruled out was... Gunshot wound.
Gunshot wound.
Was there, in fact, any part of your prognosis that was right?
I got that it was a... skeleton.
Yes, you did. You've just passed the point of...
Where did you train? Where did you train? DID you train?
Jack, um, do you know anything about Greek mythology?
Security visa 45895.
Harkness. A little, why?
You ever heard of Philoctetes? It came up in a pub quiz.
You went to a pub quiz?
Yeah. No, I love pub quizzes.
Down at the Prince of... Tides.
Philoctetes was an archer recruited to fight in the Trojan War.
He got into an argument and was marooned on the island of Lemnos for about ten years. Just left there?
Hey! What's happening with that list for UNIT?
Hmm?
Oh, yeah. I'm still working on it.
Right. Well, you know, when you're ready...
Prime Minister, is this a secure line?
Can you tell me why Torchwood operations have become part
of your security briefings to the leader of the Opposition?
This is incredible.
This is THE most incredible thing I ever heard. They should make an action figure of you.
You were right, about the pendant.
I see it now - it can be used for good.
What did they say at work? How did you explain it?
I didn't tell them.
I think that's wise.
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to kiss you now.
Mary, no. Listen!
You do something unbelievably brave and sexy, I have to kiss you.
I don't make the rules.
So...
What's happening with the thing you found on the building site?
Don't know, my boss is dealing with that.
I thought you did all the technological stuff.
I do, but sometimes our jobs overlap a bit.
I'm doing... There's an admin thing he's asked me to do.
Don't you have a secretary for that?
It's actually quite complicated.
So, what's he found out?
I don't know. He's not said anything. That's kind of strange.
It isn't, it's fine. No, sure. I mean, if he's keeping stuff from you, there's bound to be a reason.
You're not still worrying about that, are you?
OK, so I'm thinking if it isn't a gunshot or a musket shot,
or whatever they had then,
maybe it was some kind of ritual.
You are gorgeous!
I start looking into devil-worship and stuff from that era,
see if there's anything about plucking out hearts, and would you believe it? There's nothing.
They ate eyeballs, they drank blood, they had sex with animals,
but they did not pluck out each other's hearts. Cos obviously that would have been weird(!)
Why are you so bothered? Whoever did this is hardly a threat to society any more. Yeah, I know.
It's just, there's something...
Does that remind you of anything?
Um..
That bit in Alien where that thing bursts out of John Hurt?
I'm sorry - I should have been more specific.
Does that remind you of anything helpful?
No. Sorry. Right.
Erm, just go over there, do your computer stuff and think about shoes, eh?
Thank you.
Has Jack said anything to you about the hardware we found with the skeleton?
No, why?
'Check there were any hospitals nearby.
'Could have been someone died in an operation. This has sugar in it.'
No worries. Just asking.
Hello. 'Keep looking at the skeleton, don't look at her.'
'You're grinning...' Hey, Tosh. That coffee going begging? 'What's the matter? Why isn't he looking at me?'
There's copies of that Michael Hamilton statement on your desk.
He's still seeing Cybermen outside his mother's house.
'Don't think about her palm on the bottom of my spine, her hand in my hair.'
I think I'll just go over there.
OK. I'll phone Social Services, see if there's a history of mental illness. 'No, Gwen, this is good.
'It can't go on. This is a good thing. Why the hell isn't he looking at me?' I think my desk is on fire.
So I've just come from a really interesting conversation
with a Detective Inspector Henderson. Right.
Interesting because, firstly,
the man had the biggest hands I've ever seen,
and secondly...
because of the story he told me about you saving a woman and her kid
from being murdered by her ex-husband.
Yeah, no, I was going to tell you about that. So why didn't you?
I don't know, it wasn't a work thing, just a... thing thing.
Stuff happens all the time that's not pertinent to here. You do this all the time?
So you secretly fight crime, is that it, Tosh?
I didn't want it to look like I was showing off.
The guy they arrested, Henderson, said you heard him muttering
to himself as he was walking along, and that's what tipped you off.
Mm. I couldn't really work out what he was saying at first, and then it was like, "Jesus!"
That's weird because when I'm about to murder someone,
I'm careful not to talk to myself about it while I'm in the street.
No, sure. I mean, that's lesson one.
I was wondering how you were getting on with this.
It's ongoing.
Are you going to dismantle it?
Like I said, it's ongoing.
What? Have I got something on my face? Is it food?
No. Sorry.
I zoned out. Well, listen, that was a good save, Tosh. Well done.
OK, so I've got crisps, I've got coffee - real coffee - wine...
I'm giving them the pendant.
Right, let's... You're right,
it's not like reading someone's diary.
It's so much worse, and it makes me feel dirty and ashamed...
And now, I've been spying on my friends.
Some friends. What's that supposed to mean? They pity you,
they exclude you! They've got you doing bloody admin!
So? No. I've made up my mind. Toshiko, don't do this.
So they'll probably want to talk to you - why do you care?
It's the pendant they're interested in, they don't care about you.
I go in that place, I won't come out again. What are you talking about?
They're not the Stasi. Look, I'll get my boss to come here.
Put the phone down.
OK.
I'll show you.
This is why you can't tell them.
You're cold.
Who are you?
Still the person you kissed.
The person you caressed.
Say something. So...
I'm shagging a woman and an alien.
Which is worse? Well, I know which one my parents would say.
I read your thoughts. I didn't see this.
What else are you keeping from me? You think there could be anything bigger than this?
The freedom you have.
When I first got here, I found it almost obscene. My world was savage.
Enforced worship in temples the size of cities, execution squads roaming the streets.
Dissent of any kind meant death...
or transportation, to what they'd call a feral outpost.
And the pendant? It's how my people communicate.
It's how we've communicated for centuries.
Speaking orally,
using a pre-arranged and finite number of words, it's so archaic.
And kind of gross to look at.
The machine you found is a transporter.
It brought me here, it can get me home again. I need it back before you dismantle it.
But won't you be in danger? 200 years have passed.
There'll be a new government.
There'll have been 20 new governments by now.
Then why hasn't someone come back for you? I've been forgotten.
Like Philoctetes on Lemnos.
Let me take you to Torchwood. Maybe we can help you,
fix the transporter, get you back home. You won't!
You'll examine me, assess whether or not I'm useful, whether I'm a danger, then lock me in a cell.
You're not interested in understanding alien cultures.
It's just as well you haven't got the technology to reach other planets yet.
Yours is a culture of invasion.
Do you really think I'm going to walk,
hands raised in surrender, into that?
'Silence when the door opens. Can't do another night of the silence...'
'His hands were cold.
'Giving it all, "We'll call Social Services," over a few bruises?'
'The whole inheritance is going on sheltered accommodation...
'Calling it Grandad's little secret...'
'I can't stand it any more.
'The weight of it. The depravity.'
The fear... It fills me up.
It's in my mouth,
and my hair,
and my eyes. Marmer...
Like I'm drowning in ink.
What am I doing...?
"Heart removed.
"Records and post-mortem passed to Operation Lowry." Operation Lowry...
And even when I don't have the pendant on,
even when there's nothing, I can't forget the things I've seen, the things I've heard.
Heart removed.
Heart removed. Removed...
How far back does it go?
It's like a curse,
something the gods send to drive someone mad.
I had hope.
I'd see something, some little random act of kindness,
and it made me think we were safe, there was some essential good in us.
This is impossible. But there isn't.
It's like one of the weevils.
You look inside, and there's just this great yawning scream.
This is completely impossible.
You were right. Everything you said about us.
We're frightened and we're callous. Owen. You need to see this.
And I can't be part of it any longer. I don't know what to do.
Tell me what to do! Get me into Torchwood.
"In Xanadu, did Kublai Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree...
"Where Alph the sacred river ran through caverns measureless to man,
"down to a sunless sea."
So, where is it, lover? Stay here.
Jack, my boss, has got it.
Be quick.
I've a long journey ahead of me.
I might need something to eat before I go. This what you're looking for?
Jack! Friend of mine -
let's call him Vincent.
That was his name, after all. Regular guy, girlfriend, likes his sport, likes a beer.
He starts acting a little... strange,
a little distracted.
Suddenly he disappears for a couple of months.
He comes back,
and we've gotta start calling him Vanessa.
Since then I've always been a little nervous when a friend behaves out of character.
I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced.
Jack Harkness.
My guess is you're not from around these parts. Now this...
This is incredible. You know what it is? It's a transporter.
Mary was a political prisoner - she was exiled here. Look, Jack...
You've got half of it right. Mary... It is Mary, isn't it?
You want to tell her the really interesting bit? No?
Chatty, isn't she? I don't know how you got a word in edgeways, Tosh.
It's a two-man transporter. Or whatever you people may be.
You might be squids, for all I know.
A two-squid transporter.
Room for one prisoner and one guard. You want to tell us what happened to the guard, Mary?
I killed him.
But I was disturbed.
Then another came - a soldier.
He tried to shoot me.
Do whores have prayers?
So I plunged my new human hand into his chest and plucked out his heart.
And that's what you've been doing ever since.
This form needs to be fed. All the punctures were all about the size of a fist. My God, all those people.
You killed all those people.
I fled before any more soldiers came.
I had so much to explore!
And how I loved this body.
So soft.
So wicked. The power such a body has in this world.
Within a few years the forest had gone, transporter was safely buried under the spread of the city.
I didn't care, I wasn't exactly in a hurry to get home.
And you've been killing ever since. I knew there might come a time when my situation here became complicated,
but I was safe, as long as I knew where the transporter was.
'The way she looks at you with those eyes - she's like an animal.'
'When they brought that girl into the hospital, I had only been qualified six months.
'I wanted to throw up.' And then the machine was uncovered.
As soon as the air touched its surface, I could feel it.
'She's just talking, she's not even frightened of us, she's just talking.'
So I found my Toshiko. My beautiful Toshiko.
'Gonna go for it now.' Owen, NO! Let her go, Mary!
Let her go! Toshiko, tell them to give me the transporter. I can't, Mary.
'It's ridiculous - we're unarmed, we're just shouting at her. Not again. Please, God, not again.'
'Knife has incisors on the blade. It'll tear Tosh's throat out.'
How's this? I'll exchange Toshiko for that one.
Your choice. 'No, no, not Gwen.'
Just put the knife down. Did you hear him? He didn't want to, did he?
'She read my thoughts, she actually read my thoughts.'
'What happened? What did he say?'
Please, don't... That's what they think of you.
That's who you've been working with for all these years.
It's not true, Tosh, don't listen.
But not me. Whatever I've done, it doesn't change the way I feel about you.
We have a connection, Toshiko, something real.
'Toshiko... Don't move.
'Don't do anything until I say.'
OK, you want the transporter, we want Toshiko.
'I've been trained for this hostage situation...
'For God's sake, think!'
I think that's a fair swap. Keep the knife and I'll give you the transporter myself.
'He's just going to let her go.'
It's a bluff, but I think it's going to work.
You smell...
different to them. That's nothing.
It's when you compare teeth with a British guy, that's when it's really scary.
What are you? I don't know.
And you would have put me in a cage?
What's happening? Oh, that.
I re-programmed it for you. It's set to enable.
Sort of now. What did she...?
Has she gone home? I reset the co-ordinates.
Where to? To the centre of the sun.
It shouldn't be hot.
I mean, we sent her there at night and everything. You killed her.
Yes.
Just ask her. I will, but give me a bit of time.
Say something to her. What do want me to do? She's been through enough.
It's really creeping me out. All right!
Owen, don't be selfish about this.
All right!
When did you have this... I don't know... ability?
Just a couple of days. What did you hear?
A lot of it was noise. Emotions.
References I wouldn't understand. Yeah, and the rest?
The rest was none of my business. No. It wasn't.
I don't know where this leaves us. Me neither.
We can't really take the moral high ground over this.
This thing between me and Owen, it...
No, Gwen.
What I did was an invasion.
I wasn't in control, I realise that now. But even so, I can't...
I have to live with this.
Not what I heard, but what I did to you.
And my betrayal? What do you mean? I'm living with mine.
This should be my wake-up call. I should stop. But I won't. What does that say about me?
I'm not really in a position to make judgements. This is what I'm saying, Tosh.
Neither am I.
Don't let this...
It doesn't matter. Sorry, forget it. What?
Don't let this put you off. The last couple of days, you've had a look about you.
Love suited you.
It's funny.
Such a small thing.
It could be the most powerful piece of technology we've ever found.
It could tear down governments, wipe out armies.
What do we do with it?
Your call.
It's a curse.
Why couldn't I read your mind?
I don't know.
Though I could feel you scrabbling around in there.
I got nothing.
It's like you were...
I don't know... dead.
I want that list for UNIT on my desk tomorrow, or I'll...
What do bosses do in situations like these?
Y'know, regular bosses.
Can I get to beat people?
We've got rules for that!
Red tape.
Jack...
Something Mary said...
Probably the only honest thing she ever did say.
I asked her why she gave it to me.
And she said, "After a while it gets to you.
"It changes how you see people."
How can I live with it?
There are some things we're not supposed to know.
You got a snapshot -
nothing more.
I don't mean about Gwen and Ianto and Owen.
I mean... The whole world...
It doesn't matter.
Now these people are paying the price, ripped apart
with your name written in their own blood.
It brings people back to life. We just question the murder victims.
Uh-oh, we're in trouble.
There's got to be a link between the victims.
Find the link, find the killer.
It's time Suzie came back. We've been talking to the wrong corpse.
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