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 got to be ready.
Diane Holmes.
How have you done this to me? Love, you're always at its mercy.
Hate to break it to you, but you're not my first.
Anti-Weevil spray.
Handclamps.
Come on, let's make this easy for both of us.
This always happens when I give them the night off.
It's not even really medium, let alone well done. French places, see.
Remember that weekend in Paris, the place with the wood panelling -
they'd barely even waved the steak under the grill and you said...
Why are you looking at me like that? Sorry, like what?
Like you'd rather be somewhere else!
It's becoming the norm, in't it? I'm chopsing away and I look up and you're just absent.
What's happening to us, Gwen? I know. I'm sorry.
Is it something I've done?
Or not done?
What the hell was that?
Oh, God, what's happened to you? Rhys, is it? Nice to meet you!
Sorry, it's an emergency, I'll have her back for dessert. Come on...
Hold on, that's my girlfriend. Rhys, this is Jack.
Sit down, Gwen.
He's my boss. Sit the fuck down!
Don't ever speak to me like that.
Come on, Gwen. Let's go.
Hey, she's with me tonight. One night off. You promised.
Don't you dare.
If you go now, Gwen...!
Sorry for cutting in, but I've been having trouble with this one.
Rhys will get over it. He always does.
You promised you'd keep hold of your life.
Don't let it drift.
300 metres on the right, car park!
Jack! Over there!
Get him in, get him in!
They're fucking mad! Hey!
Who the hell were they?
Torchwood - Saison 1 Episode 9- Random Shoes
Transcript by Red Bee Media Ltd 2006
Resynchro by Kowaio
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since when did other people know about Weevils?
have they done this before and if so why didn't we know about it?
Three - what do they want with them anyway?
Might not be connected, but we've noticed a surge
of unusual injuries being reported at the A&E unit.
Chunks taken out of legs and arms, deep wounds to backs and stomachs.
So we have a wave of Weevil attacks to add to our problems.
And by the way, that spray we've used on them previously?
They're becoming immune to it.
They're mutating? Or evolving.
So any sign of the one we lost earlier?
I've run a trace on the van's number plate... it's fake.
2,500 vans of that type registered in the Cardiff area.
Widen that to a forty mile radius and the number doubles.
So, run a trace on the vehicle. Route via traffic cameras?
This is Owen's voice mail, leave a message if you must.
Processing now.
Leave a message for Gwen and Rhys, and we'll call you back...
if we remember... oi!
Hi, it's me. I've left three messages now.
Look, I've got dozens of excuses, em...
hundreds. Thousands!
But none of them good enough.
Things have got away from me a bit lately.
It's this job - it never lets up.
Look, I'll see you later. I'm not sure what time yet.
I've got some work to finish off first.
Call me.
Message deleted.
Are you going to answer that?
Ninth missed call: work.
Do you enjoy your job then?
Look, if you don't mind... I came out to be alone.
Ah, the old Greta Garbo.
Something like that.
Little bit of advice - next time you feel like this,
you should stay in.
Trust me, the bigger the crowd, the more alone I feel.
I said - no chatting up the punters.
Tommy, I work in a bar. It's my job to speak to them.
You're never happier than when you're flashing your tits at a dickhead.
Don't talk to her like that.
You what? We were having a conversation.
One day when you grown up, you'll realise that's what human beings do.
Tommy, stop. You'll get me the sack!
You see, it's about using your opponent's aggression to your own ends.
Now, I'd suggest you don't pick fights with strangers.
And you should really upgrade your boyfriend.
What does a man have to do to get some peace in this city?
Owen's still not answering his phone.
He's been even more erratic than usual since that thing with Diane.
Since the what?
It's none of my business.
What thing?
What thing, Tosh?
Owen and Diane.
Before she took the plane, they had a... thing.
You knew that, right? Oh, yeah, of course I knew that.
I just didn't know they had a thing...
thing.
It started ten minutes ago.
What d'you think it's doing?
I think it's weeping. Why?
Owen's been studying this one,
he thinks they have a low level of telepathic ability,
to share emotion across distance.
You mean it might be feeling the pain of another Weevil?
I kinda hope we're wrong, though.
Why?
Because that would mean somebody's not only kidnapping Weevils,
they're causing them pain.
What can you feel?
What do you know?
I've tracked the van's route. It went straight from the car park out to the docks.
This was two hours ago.
What happened?
The CCTV cameras went down. D'you think it was deliberate?
I think these guys really don't like to be watched.
See, and I know it's a character flaw...
that makes me all the more determined to find out what it is they're hiding.
Looks like we missed them.
Yeah, but if you quit places in a hurry,
you tend to be forgetful.
Y'know what they used these warehouses for during World War Two?
Storing the bodies of dead Gls.
Sometimes, you can know too much history.
Come on.
There's nothing here.
So what were they doing here?
Why come all this way out?
What is it? Looks human.
Male.
Is he alive? Hello?
You OK there?
We're looking for the people who were here last night!
If you saw anything, now's a good time to speak up.
Jack, he's bleeding!
- Oh, my God! - Weevil marks.
You don't think it's still here?
No. We'd hear it.
Now help me with the body.
Is that his?
You don't think I'd choose that ring tone?
Don't answer it.
Hello? I don't know who you are.
Stay out of what doesn't concern you.
- Who killed this man? - Did you hear what I just said?
I have this selective deafness when I'm talking to cowards or murderers.
Don't interfere in things you don't understand.
Oh, I understand this better than you.
Cos I know how this is going to end.
we're going to hunt you down.
We're going to ensure that you're punished for what happened here.
And we're going to make you surrender that creature that you kidnapped.
Is that clear enough?
lanto? I need you to trace all calls to and from this number in the last 24 hours.
Fast as you can. We're on our way back.
This is Owen's voicemail. Don't leave a message.
Nice try, Owen. I want you back at the Hub immediately.
We've got a Weevil murder, so get your boney little ass over here now.
Dan Hodges, date of birth, 21st of January 1979.
Salesman for web publishing software.
Looks like he was married with a kid.
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
Right, definitely death by Weevil,
but he took a right kicking before the throat was punctured.
Weevils go for the kill, straight for the jugular.
Look at his face - black eye, bruises to the cheekbones.
Same across the back and the ribs.
Could he have been tortured? Maybe.
But I reckon these wounds were inflicted by humans.
But why smack somebody about and then set the Weevil on them?
Why not get the Weevil do all the work for you?
Any joy with the phone records?
The last incoming number was blocked. The phone's call history has been erased.
They move fast.
You ask me, these guys are using Weevils to carry out the perfect murder.
No fingerprints, no traces of recognisable DNA,
a quick, guaranteed death.
Nothing to connect anyone to the murder.
Right. Should be a piece of piss to find the killer, then.
What about this guy? Someone's got to break it to his wife that he's dead.
The shittiest part about being a police officer and I can't get away from it.
Thanks for your kind words of support.
What d'you want me to say? She'll be all right in the end?
You can always count on Owen to make you feel better.
Tosh mentioned you and Diane...
Did you...
I didn't want her to go. She went.
Why are we still doing this, me and you?
Fine. Let's not. I was getting bored of your fuck-tricks, anyway.
You can be such a wanker sometimes, Owen, d'you know that?
I do, as a matter of fact!
Where the hell have you been?
Walking.
Well, in your absence, Toshiko's had a great idea.
Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
Ignore him, Tosh.
Yeah, just ignore me, Tosh.
I can be such a wanker. Apparently.
The van went with the Weevil straight to the warehouse.
They must've known it was empty.
Either they own it or had previous contact with the estate agents.
Owen Harper, you're going into property.
Toshiko's in the middle of fixing you a cover story.
Hang on, why me?
Jack and Gwen were in the car park, I was in the warehouse.
If they've got access to CCTV, they'll recognise us.
We have to get under their guard, find out what's going on.
Yeah, all right.
I could do with being someone else right now.
Mr Harper? Yeah.
Mark Lynch.
You're looking to relocate your business to Cardiff?
Yeah.
And you export jellied eels. Really?
Huge growth market.
China, South America, I'm having a nightmare trying to keep up with demand.
I'll er... get you a batch if you find me the right gaff.
I think I'll pass on that.
Any family to relocate?
Just me. It's better that way.
And you're looking for premises out by the docks?
Mmm, nice big warehouse, that's what I need.
I've got a couple that should be perfect.
Hang on while I print. Thanks.
We're in! This'll give us everything on his hard drive, including encrypted files.
If I can establish a routing protocol, whatever he does on
this computer from now on, we'll know about it.
Owen, you're clear.
These have got the square footage you're looking for, good access, competitively priced...
Except...
these all look like shitholes to me.
Yeah.
They are a bit.
Didn't I see your sign outside a big place
in the Q section of the docks?
We've accepted an offer on it. Pretty much signed and sealed.
He's lying.
According to their records, it only went on the market last week.
Bummer.
What about a unit on an industrial estate?
Save a ton on rent, even after transport costs.
And you just happen to have a list of suitable premises? Nah.
There are other possibilities. You free at the end of the day?
Yeah.
Go for a drink?
On your own in a strange city. I remember that feeling.
Look at you now.
Couple of gorgeous birds answering your phones for you.
If that's not success, I dunno what is!
It's all bollocks, really.
But, if you wanted me to put in a good word...
No.
Thanks.
Good to meet you, Mark.
Yeah. I'll give you a bell.
First, he'll go for the weblink at the top of the page...
Then he'll want to know what other people say about the business.
Now he'll see what Owen has to say about himself.
Welcome to the number one supplier of jellied eels
to Britain and Northern Europe.
With a client base of more than 150 resellers,
we're constantly looking to expand into new territories.
If you're interested in becoming an affiliate
or Harper's franchise holder, please contact our Sales Director
on the number below.
Harper's sales. Jenny Long speaking.
I'm sorry, wrong number.
Job done.
I've found another set of suspicious injuries at the hospital.
They sound pretty bad.
Tosh, stay here and monitor Mark Lynch's movements.
lanto with me.. I'll come with you.
Go home. But... It's not a request.
Remember - don't let it drift.
What you doing?
You here now, are you? That's your pulling top.
No, it's not. It is!
That's what you call it, since I said you looked sexy in it.
You off out? Aye, Daf's stag do.
All day job. Since when is Daf getting married?
He's not. But he thinks he's missing out on a piss-up.
He's having a Staying Single Stag. Few beers, see what transpires.
Strip club, that sort of thing.
What time will you be back?
Not sure.
But... I'm in tonight. Well, I'm not.
I've already made my statement to the police.
According to your chart,
you nearly had your heart torn from your ribcage.
Ten-hour operation to repair chest wounds.
Why should I talk to you?
Let me tell you what did this to you.
Six feet high, teeth like a shark, rippled skin
and the rage of a wild animal.
Am I close?
I was mugged.
There was three of them, they had knives.
So why were your wounds described by paramedics as bite marks?
Look, I can't help it if they got mixed up.
They're overworked.
Well, there are lots of ways I can get you to talk,
but the easiest would be if you consider the consequences should you not tell me the truth.
And that is,
this creature will attack again.
Somebody will die.
And it will be on your conscience.
Now tell us the truth. I can't.
They'd kill me.
Who'd kill you? Everyone.
What did he mean, "everyone"?
That was all he'd say. Couldn't get any more out of him.
That leaves us one option.
OK, Janet. Time for a trip out.
You call it Janet? Barbara just never seemed right.
You want to release a Weevil in the middle of Cardiff?
Not exactly in the middle. A little to the side.
We placed a tracker in its boiler suit, so when they capture it,
we'll know exactly where they are.
It could kill any number of people before then!
I'm with Tosh if you're not telling me what happen.
We set it loose in the same place where they took the other one.
It's deserted this time of night.
We'll be with it every step of the way.
Tracker working? Yeah.
Go Janet!
Second right. 200 metres ahead.
Shit! Stop the car!
She's taken a left.
Pedestrian access only! Ahh!
lanto, take over!
Now that's what I call service.
Cheers.
Yeah. Cheers.
Shit.
We got a problem here, boys? Not with you.
Come on then, let's get it over with.
No need for you to get involved, sweetheart.
Get up!
Thanks.
The Weevil has landed.
Got a signal? Yeah.
Just so I know where we stand?
We would never deliberately put a human being through that.
But Weevils are fair game. Is that right?
We need to follow them.
This is your gaff?
Make yourself at home.
I'm in the wrong business.
What's your outlet?
Er, for what?
The anger.
Who said I was angry?
You're not even living here yet and you've got people coming after you!
Yeah, well.
Some people need teaching a lesson.
I'm not criticising.
You're not the only pissed off bloke out there.
It's what the world does to us. Fancy a beer?
Yeah, why not. You work yourself stupid.
Get a house, a car, plasma screen...
You end up with a workforce.
People there specifically to look after your every whim.
You're officially successful.
And what does it bring?
Nothing. Success has no worth other than itself.
Seriously, I could live without all this. It doesn't define me.
Yeah, nice to have it, though, yeah?
Ask yourself.
What's the point of your life?
Mark, mate,
Only came here for a beer.
There's so much more.
If you know where to look.
Is that right?
It's closer than you think.
Something's coming.
Out there
in the darkness,
something
is coming.
You drunk?
Two pints was all I could get down.
They've gone on without me.
Look, Gwen... I need to tell you something.
What sort of thing?
I've been sleeping... I've been having sex with someone else.
From work.
His name's Owen.
He's a tosser and it's all gonna stop but...
Shut up. I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
You wouldn't do that! But I have.
The.. then why are you telling me? Because I'm ashamed. And I'm angry.
And I want... I need...
I need you to forgive me.
And because I've drugged you.
You've done what? Just sit down.
It's nothing, it's just an amnesia pill. Dash of sedative.
You'll wake up tomorrow, and you'll forget everything.
Rhys?
God, you selfish bitch! I know.
I just thought it would give us a chance,
a chance to get everything out in the open, you know?
Get everything out.
Rhys! Stay with me, Rhys!
Say you forgive me, say, "It's all right, Gwen.
"Gwen, it's all right. "
Say it, please, Rhys. Rhys, just say it once, say it once, "I forgive you. "
Rhys, please say it! Say you forgive me!
Say you forgive me, say it.
Say it, please, say it.
Say it, please.
You found the bathroom yet? Yeah, cheers!
Told you there was more to see.
Mark, mate, I'm really sorry. I couldn't resist a padlock...
What do you think? What is it?
No idea.
Don't get too close, though.
Vicious bastard.
Where did you get it from? I found one on the streets.
It took five of us to bring it in.
Other than that, haven't got a clue.
Scientific experiment gone wrong?
Nuclear victim?
One of the lads even reckons it's an alien.
You want to know what I think? Yeah, go on.
I think it's us, Owen. You and me. In a thousand years' time.
This is what we become, when all we have left is our rage.
Not exactly a comforting thought.
Give it a smack.
You what? Punch it.
Why? That's what it's there for.
Or d'you want me to do it for you?
It just feels a bit weird, that's all.
All right, that's enough!
It's not exactly putting up a fight.
We all need a punchbag.
So, who are you, Owen? Sorry?
It'd be pretty stupid not to assume that you're not connected to those in the black SUV.
I dunno what you mean. Bloke in the big coat, cute little Asian girl?
I was watching.
Nice website by the way, kudos to whoever did that, although jellied eels...
That wasn't your greatest idea.
I wasn't that bad! Pretty much, you were.
Whoever you are, you've royally fucked up my plans.
Didn't want this getting out. What about Dan Hodges, what about his wife and kid?
I'm not responsible for people's life choices.
Now why did you lot take the body?
Why didn't you go to the cops?
Because, Mark, they are parochial pigshits whose minds would implode if they saw this.
Who are you, Owen Harper?
Is that who you are?
A little kid hiding behind a gun.
If you want to know what happens, you won't find out because of a weapon.
Good boy, we're finally getting somewhere.
Now you're just you.
Stripping things back to the core, Owen.
Now, we're just two blokes.
Equal. Why did you murder Dan Hodges?
I didn't.
All right, not technically.
Did you do it here?
I mean, you let that thing loose on him.
Perfect murder. Nothing to link you back to the crime.
God, you haven't got a clue, have you?
Dan wasn't murdered. He was one of us. Tell me what happened.
I can do better than that.
Come on!
Hello?
Anyone?
So where is it, Tosh?
So what have we got now? Nothing.
We have no clue where they are or what they're doing.
So... What am I supposed to be looking at?
Wait and see.
All this lot with you? What's going on?
You'll find out.
I've never been that keen on surprises.
Jack, I...
'Jack, can you hear me?'
What the hell are you doing there? I told you to go home.
There's a text message that's just come through on Dan Hodges' phone.
'Charlie Foxtrot One Zero Six Bravo Yankee. '
Seems to be a postcode for a building. One that's gonna have a Lynch Frost sign outside.
OK, I've got the location. Gwen, we'll pick you up on the way.
People get a text message and they head to a property?
An empty property.
So the question is: what happens when they get there?
What the hell's going on here?
Warm-up. Warm-up?
Who are these blokes? Same as us.
Ordinary blokes trying to find meaning in a world that doesn't have any.
You don't really believe that? We're the dispossessed now, Owen.
All the certainties our fathers had are gone.
We're a generation of no faith.
In society,
in religion,
or in life.
All we can do
is reduce ourselves to the basics.
This is only the warm-up. Come on.
Coming or staying?
Five, four, three, two, one!
Get me out!
Nice one, mate. Costs a grand to enter the cage.
Whoever stays in the longest takes home all the money. You're next!
So these guys are paying to put their lives at risk?
The ultimate extreme sport.
Too much disposable income, not enough meaning. That's us.
So what about Dan Hodges, Mark?
He wouldn't come out.
Just stood in the middle of the cage and let it maul him.
I think he got in there and he realised...
he didn't want to live enough.
He surrendered. None of us could get to him in time.
Yeah. And still you all come back.
Well, what else is there? This has to stop.
More people are gonna die.
How long are we going to keep playing this game, Owen?
You lie,
you bullshit and sweet talk.
But you are hiding, Owen.
Get in the cage.
Not if you're gonna point a gun at me.
Do you want me to shoot you?
Lower the gun.
And then I will get into the cage.
Good boy.
What's the longest anyone's been in there? That'd be Dan Hodges.
When you're up close with it, take a look into its eyes.
Open the door!
It's like looking into the darkest recesses of your own soul.
Open the door!
Owen!
I said open the door!
Jack!
Open it!
Owen? Get off me!
That's enough! Help me, Jack, help me get him out!
Owen, come on... Get a stretcher!
You did this to him. He did it to himself, he had no fear.
It's over now. These creatures are to be left alone.
Go back to your lives.
Jack!
What're you doing? It's over.
You shouldn't have.
No, really you shouldn't. I hate grapes.
Doctors reckon you can go home.
Doctors. What do they know, eh?
I didn't want saving.
You want us to apologise?
For a few seconds in that cage,
I felt totally at peace.
And then you blunder in.
Do you always know best, Jack?
Is that what you believe?
Want you back in work tomorrow.
You sure you'll be all right? Give us a moment alone, yeah?
Where's the SUV? Has it been stolen?
No, we have.
They're stuck in the middle of the Cardiff Blitz!
Toshiko!
It's our duty to get them out.
Open the rift now and the whole world could suffer. Or who knows what will come out?
I love you.
It's a trap to incite total chaos and destruction!
You don't even know who he is!
He's our leader. Not any more!
Captain Jack Harkness, 133rd Squadron.
Transcript by Red Bee Media Ltd 2006
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