Torchwood
Outside the Government, beyond the police.
Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race.
The 21st century is when everything changes...
and Torchwood is ready.
What's this?
That's an engagement ring, that is.
You're getting married?
Yes, Rhys asked.
And you said yes?
Well, no-one else will have me.
I need stability, Jack, someone I can rely on.
Oh, it's the service she's meant to be late for, not her hen do.
Where is she?
There she is!
o/~ Here comes the bride looking for a ride...
o/~ Here comes the bride and she'll take it up the aisle!
Ey, thought you'd bottled it.
No, I had a lot on at work.
Careful, Gwen...
this thing eats people.
Oh, sorry, love, on your way.
Jack, It's a shape-shifter!
He could look like anyone now, but he's leaving a trail of black blood.
He's changed but it's definitely him.
He's heading towards Trinity Street.
So, is there anything to eat tonight, or is it just booze all the way?
Booze, blokes, bopping and booze!
Gwen Cooper, you're nicked.
Oh, no.
This is such a bad idea.
I'm getting married in like, what, what... thirteen hours.
Oh, look at me!
Ah, you're gorgeous. Rhys is so lucky.
I know. I've heard about his cock!
What have you done to your arm?
- You all right? - Yeah.
Owen should take a look at that.
Um, nothing, it's just a scratch.
Oh, Gwen.
Gwen, you're pregnant. Almost full term.
Pregnant? That's not possible.
How are you doing, Gwen?
Jack, tell me what's going on?
- Owen says I'm pregnant. - You think?
Jesus Christ. What with?
It's an exo-biological insemination.
That alien last night.
Oh, get off. It bit me, Jack. That's all.
It passed the eggs on in the bite.
Some species do that. A sneaky way of keeping the bloodline going.
Boy, would Darwin have a field day, if he'd made it to space.
Mmm. Yeah. Great.
Listen, Gwen, you are going to be fine, I promise, okay?
If there was any biological incompatibility you would be dead.
Now, according to this scan you're carrying a non-sentient blastopheric mass.
A what?
It's a kind of alien egg. But I'm going to look after you, I promise.
We've got procedures in place for this situation.
You mean, this has happened before?
You've heard of immaculate conception, haven't you? Well...
Right, we take you back to the Hub.
You lie back, I run a bio-xenic microtron, a couple of days, you'll be right as rain.
Whoa, in a couple of days?
In five hours I'm walking down the aisle, Owen!
No, you're not.
Gwen, I hate to say this, but you're going to have to postpone the wedding.
No! No way. Have you any idea how much a wedding costs?
Listen, Gwen, you are not carrying the baby Jesus in there-
I don't care! All right? I can't put Rhys through this.
He's had to put up with enough, okay? So I'm not postponing the wedding.
You are not thinking straight!
Do not bring my bloody hormones into this, Mr. Jack Harkness!
Okay, calm down.
Owen has said if this wasn't safe I would know about it by now. Right?
As far as I know yeah...
Okay, so I am good until after the wedding.
Then I'll do whatever I have to do.
Once I'm Mrs. Williams.
Not before.
Hello?
- Rhys? - Gwen!
Morning, lovely.
Don't worry... Banana Boat's on the phone to the florist, checking the buttonholes.
Oh, he showed up, then?
Yeah, Lanzarote cops let him go with a warning.
Rhys, I need to see you.
It's bad luck before the wedding.
What's happened?
How is she?
She's going ahead with the wedding.
Which is fine, as long as she doesn't go into labour at the altar.
Rhys might forgive her going down the aisle pregnant,
but not giving birth to a razor-toothed monster that eats half his family.
Could that happen?
Well, look, the pregnancy's advanced and we're not familiar with the species.
Which is why you, Owen, need to open up the guy with the teeth
and make sure there's no surprises.
I'm on it.
Tosh, you've got an early pass to the wedding. Keep an eye on Gwen.
- lanto- - Jack?
Gwen's going to need a new wedding dress. Bigger.
Gwen? What is it?
You've got me going out of my head.
Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.
No, I'm not.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for a wedding dress for a friend.
Of course you are, sir.
You'd be surprised, we're quite used to men buying for their "friends".
- Bastard Torchwood! - I know.
Pregnant! You're pregnant!
Sorry, out of everything that could have screwed things up...
I really don't know what to say.
You don't have to say anything, all right!
Sorry.
It's not your fault.
It's them, it's Jack...
It's not like he didn't know you were getting married today!
Why the hell did he have to send you out last night?
Because it's my job!
Well, are you going to be all right?
I'll be fine.
They'll take me to the Hub.
- Owen's got this big machine thing. - Good.
Yes.
Right, erm, look, I'll...
I'll get Banana to start ringing people.
We'll tell everybody you're ill. Appendicitis or something-
We're not postponing the wedding.
No way.
Forget the money, I want you where they can look after you, right?
Getting married today doesn't matter.
It matters to me!
It's not about the money, Rhys.
I want to marry you. Today.
Whatever happens.
If the skies are suddenly fill full of spaceships,
or an army of weevils
climb out of the drains on St. Mary's Street, you fool!
Do you not understand what I'm saying, Rhys Williams?
All I want to do today is marry you,
that's all I want to do.
Erm, Owen?
- Look at you. - Do you like it?
Drop-dead gorgeous, Tosh, and I think I speak with some authority.
I don't really get a chance to dress up much. What are you wearing?
The truth is, Tosh, weddings have never really been me, either.
Love 'em and leave 'em. That was me.
Owen, you should come, could be fun.
Have you ever seen a dead man dance?
I've seen Fred Astaire in Easter Parade. Twice.
Late night TV.
God, you need a date, don't you?
Which this isn't, is it?
No, Owen, it isn't.
I just want you to come to the wedding.
Please.
Oh, all right, I'll dig out my dancing shoes.
I know it's been a while, duckling, but, er...
we, er, never dreamed this.
Rhys and I wanted it to be a surprise for you.
You're always full of them, but, well, this beats them all.
Is this why you haven't come to see us?
All those cancelled visits?
No, no, Dad, don't be silly. It's my job.
This mysterious job.
All the same, Swansea isn't on another planet.
You could have phoned, duckling.
I'm sorry.
Oh, don't be sorry, Gwen.
I can't wait to see the look on Rhys's mum's face.
It's wonderful news, Gwen.
Your dad's been holding his breath waiting for a little grandchild.
I was with Rhys and his mates all night last night.
No-one said anything about Gwen being pregnant.
Well, Rhys was probably under orders.
Gwen knows how to control her man.
Studied under the Mistress.
Oh, here's Rhys's mum and dad.
- Brenda. - Geraint.
- Barry. - Hello.
Lovely to see you, Brenda.
What a lovely outfit.
Such a brave choice for you.
And you were so made for green.
- Big day at last. - How's the bride?
Erm, maybe there's something we should talk about...
- Gwen! - This isn't going to work, Rhys.
We haven't thought it through. What about after the wedding?
I've been thinking the same.
My mum and dad think that they're getting a grandchild.
Your mum and dad are going to be thinking the same thing.
They're going to be excited, they're going to be planning things.
I can't tell them I've lost a baby. They'll be devastated.
- We could tell them the truth. - Talk sense now, Rhys.
Well, the lies don't work, Gwen. Remember? You tried it.
What do you think the truth will do to them?
We've seen what comes through the rift.
I don't want my mum and dad living in fear
of what's prowling around in the sewers!
I'm sorry.
Hey, Jack.
Hey. How are you doing?
Oh, you know, so far so good.
Look, I just wanted to let you know Tosh should be with you any time.
Call it moral support.
I don't need a baby-sitter.
Give it here.
We don't need you at all, Jack!
You've already done plenty to mess up today.
Do us both a favour and keep well out of it, yeah?
Yeah, I hear you, Rhys.
Look, still, congratulations-
It's not his fault.
Aw, this is nice, isn't it, Trina?
Class on toast. Ey, you should get a brochure, Mervyn.
If some poor girl ever gets drunk enough to marry you.
Eh, yeah, that's funny.
I tell you what, it's going to take more than a swanky hotel
to get a catch like me down the aisle.
And here's mad Mervyn, the Minister of Sound!
Well, the Duke of Disco, the Regent of Rock
- and the Lord of Love. - Whatever you say, mate.
Listen, do you want a hand with the decks and the lights?
Aye, but...
I tell you what, reckon I'm up for a bit of a Mervyn sandwich later.
All right, love? You've got a big box. Do you want a hand with that?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
Are you going to the wedding?
I'm a friend of Gwen's.
I'm Banana. I suppose you can tell why.
You come up in spots and go soft quickly?
I'm actually the best man.
Evolution is full of surprises.
I get to check everything personally, right.
- The disco, cake, flowers, seating. - Bridal suite?
Do you fancy a little drink later?
Sorry, I'm intolerant to vaso-active amines.
Bananas make me vomit.
Now, a looker like you must be on the bride's side.
I don't think they've got your sort of style in Rhys's family.
I like to put on a show.
Jack sent me over with this.
It's beautiful.
And, I don't blame you for telling Jack and Owen to stick a postponement.
I think it's wonderful you're getting married, whatever.
Tosh, thank you.
You're very lucky.
You know, Tosh, it'll happen for you, one day.
There's always Owen...
I don't think so.
"In sickness and in health, till death do us part".
That's going to sound like a bad joke, isn't it?
Erm, I'll let you get on.
If you need me, I'll be downstairs.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
No, I like that one. Good choice.
I estimated Gwen's size from the Hub security laser scans.
As you know, my dad was a master tailor.
He could size a man's inside leg measurement
by his stride across the shop threshold.
Ah, the family eye.
Remind me to test it some time.
- Well, if later on- - Jack.
- Yeah, brilliant, like that one. - We've got a problem.
Look what our friend was hiding.
And that is?
A proteus gland. The shape-shifting organ of a Nostrovite.
- And what is that, exactly? - Trouble.
Big trouble.
No good-looking woman
should be at a wedding without a flower.
Ouch!
Bugger. Sorry.
Can I get you another drink?
Actually, do you feel like getting a bite?
Another spritzer, please.
My God! It's true!
But how-?
Steady on, girl.
I'm on stage later.
Hey, baby, if you're looking for my room, you just passed it, mind.
I'm not. And don't call me baby.
So what shall I call you, then? Beautiful?
Don't call me anything. Don't say anything.
Don't move!
What have you done with him?
What the hell is going on?
You're lucky, I'm watching my figure.
But maybe I'll keep you for tea.
A Nostrovite is a shape-shifting carnivore with a taste for human flesh.
It's intelligent and sneaky and, damn it, I should have seen this before.
That's it with shape-shifters in't? You never know what you're looking at.
What's the big deal? It's dead.
Yeah. This one is.
Does there have to be more?
Nostrovites mate for life.
You know, like swans and penguins.
Yeah, except you don't find Nostrovites on greetings cards.
Right, and then the male Nostrovite carries the fertilized eggs
in a sac in its mouth and passes it on to a host with a bite.
Gwen.
And where does the mother come in?
Well, she tracks down the host, and rips it open.
That's Nostrovite childbirth.
And momma's out there right now, looking for Gwen. Come on.
Are you all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, it was just a twinge.
He'll be flexing his muscles.
Not long to go now.
- Tosh isn't responding. - Then let's get going.
Sure you're ready for this, Owen? You know what a Nostrovite can do.
You think you got it 100 feet away, and it's already chewing on your liver.
I don't need my liver. You need me, Jack.
The singularity scalpel? Where are you going with that?
We need to get to Gwen before the Nostrovite,
we might not get back to the Hub and the microtron weighs about two tonnes.
That thing kills people.
- I saved Martha with it. - Lucky shot.
Listen you two, you'd better start trusting me, okay?
I've been working on it, and I reckon I've got it sussed.
Besides with that Nostrovite around, we don't really have too many options.
He's got a point.
What is it with you?
Ever since Owen died, all you ever do is agree with him.
I was brought up never to speak ill of the dead.
Even if they still do most of the talking for themselves.
Okay, Owen. But you better be sure you know what you're doing.
Camouflage dressing?
I'm having her dressmaker's number.
No way did Gwen look pregnant last night.
Oh, we must have had way too much to drink.
She was late, wasn't she?
We must have been out of our heads by the time she showed up.
Oh, must have been, not to notice she was pregnant.
Great night, or what?
You look like an angel.
Mum, I'm so sorry about this.
Gwen, it's a baby.
It's God's blessing.
You will be a good wife, and a wonderful mother.
And me and your dad, we'll always be there for you, and for our grandchild.
I'll see you downstairs.
I love you.
Mom... I love you too.
Hurry up, Geraint. And make sure you don't leave a wet patch!
Gwen?
What is it?
I can't do this.
I can't lie to you and mum, dad.
Dad, this baby isn't Rhys's.
There's still no sign of Banana Boat.
He'll be fine, dad.
Rhys, your mother says this wedding is becoming a nightmare.
As if Gwen showing up pregnant wasn't bad enough.
Now you are sure it's yours, aren't you?
Dad! I'm marrying her!
I love Gwen, every atom of me loves Gwen,
has done since the first time I laid eyes on her, okay?
You loved Cerys Morgan once.
I was 12 years old!
Still no Banana Boat?
Get away from me.
Well, I wish I could, love.
Don't bother, I've tried. We're stuck fast.
I can't believe it.
Can you at least move your hand? Away!
If there's another man,
if you don't want to go through with the wedding, it's all right.
We'll sort things out.
There isn't another man.
- But you said. - Please listen.
Cardiff is in the middle of a space-time rift.
A what?
I work for an organisation that controls what comes through it.
Comes from where?
Other planets. Other dimensions.
Aliens, dad.
I'm talking about aliens.
That's what I do, Torchwood. We're called Torchwood.
We hunt down aliens that come through the rift.
Oh, my God.
Look, one bit me last night, don't ask me to explain, I can't.
I'm pregnant. Rhys isn't the father.
It's an alien.
An alien.
Poor girl, this wedding's got her stressed to pieces.
Thinks that baby of hers is an alien from outer space.
- What? - It'll be all right.
Once we get through today.
Gwen seems to be taking her time.
You remember how it is, Brenda.
A bride likes to make an entrance.
Maybe, but I wasn't late for my wedding.
No. Barry might have got away.
If it comes back, it's going to kill us, isn't it?
Calm down. I've got friends.
They'll find us.
But what if they don't?
What if it comes back? I mean, we're its bloody packed lunch, in't we?
Help! Help!
- Shut up! - Help! Someone help!
If it hears you screaming, it'll come and shut you up... permanently!
Help! Someone! Help.
That's enough, unless you want to start singing in falsetto.
That really hurt.
Friends and family of Rhys and Gwen,
we're here today to celebrate the marriage of two people,
a ceremony binding in law...
- How much further? - A few minutes.
If people are going to make such a big deal about getting married,
why come all the way out into the middle of nowhere,
where no-one can find you, to do it?
That, to me, suggests inner conflict.
It's because the happy couple want everything to be perfect.
An alien egg in your belly and its mother coming to rip you open.
Yeah, perfect...
Rhys and Gwen have chosen to solemnise
their commitment before you...
But first the law requires me to ask of you all,
if there is anyone here...
who knows of any reason why these two may not marry?
Stop!
Stop it! Stop the wedding!
- Hold on! - Jack?
Gwen, believe me, I'm sorry.
But this has to stop now.
I just knew that baby wasn't Rhys's.
What the hell are you doing here?
Jack, I told you, I am marrying Rhys!
Not now. You can't.
Butt out! You've screwed things up enough between me and Gwen.
You are not going to mess up our wedding!
Listen, I am trying to save Gwen's life.
Yours, too.
What's going on, Jack?
I've got a fix on Tosh's comms.
Tosh. Are you OK?
Just get me out of here!
All right, mate. I'm Banana.
- More like a gooseberry. - Owen.
Oh, Jesus, that's disgusting.
Let's get you out of there.
There were two of them?
Ma and Pa Nostrovite.
They hunt in pairs. But childbirth is more of a... three-way.
He finds and impregnates a host.
She then comes in like the midwife from hell, hanging around,
watching, waiting, until the time is right.
Then it gets messy.
So you think it's near?
She's a shape-shifter, Rhys.
She could be out there making small talk with your mom and dad.
You reckon it's all over, then?
Some good-looking guy sweeps up the aisle
and tells you to hold off on the confetti.
What are you going to do, marry Rhys?
So the baby's his, is it?
Didn't you see the look on her face when he showed up?
I'd better go and find Mervyn. Tell him not to bother
getting George Michael out the back of the van.
We're not stopping the wedding.
Gwen, there isn't a choice here.
Ever since I've met you, Jack,
all Rhys has had to put up with, with me, is crap.
The lies. The danger. The complications.
But he's stood by me.
Who else would do that?
Who else would marry me...
knowing that I am carrying some kind of monster inside me?
I love him, and I'm going to marry him, today.
Thanks. But it is my wedding, too.
Don't I get a say?
That's all we need.
lanto, after the girl, I need this contained.
Jack!
Oh, God!
I want Gwen out of here now, Jack.
Jack, I've seen the shape-shifter.
It's a woman. She's in black.
Do you know what's going on?
I'm in the dark, too, Brenda.
The problem seems to be an American with no sense of timing or fashion.
And your daughter!
Call the police!
Mervyn's been murdered!
Jack, I'm afraid the situation is uncontained.
OK, lanto, get to the SUV, jam the phone lines.
The last thing we need is someone calling the police.
Tosh, you're with me, we'll find that woman in black.
Gwen, Owen needs to operate now.
I want Gwen safe Jack, now.
I want her safe, too, Rhys.
So we do what I say!
Rhys, Jack knows what he's doing darling, okay?
Look, if we run, the Nostrovite will be waiting for us.
And we're running out of time.
What's the plan, Jack?
I've got an idea.
Then I'm staying here, okay?
Fine! Tosh, with me.
What the hell's going on here?
I had a signal before.
Move! I need everyone to stay calm and do exactly as I tell you.
- Who the hell are you? - Torchwood.
Gwen's Torchwood?
You mean you're real?
- Jack! There she is! - Everybody down!
My God!
Damn, that thing's fast!
But it won't have gone far.
Not without what it came for.
Come on.
That? The singularity scalpel?
That is your idea?
Gwen, it's cool, believe me.
I've done a lot of work on it since the whole Mayfly business.
What is it?
Alien medical apparatus... so Owen thinks.
Thinks?
- Rhys? Are you in there, Rhys? - That's his mother.
That's Rhys's mother.
Hiya.
There's... there's a monster, Rhys.
That American and the Japanese girl, they went after it.
Stay here.
Jack, everything okay?
It got away Owen. How's the patient?
Rhys and his mum are with her.
Jack! That's Rhys's mum, there!
Come on.
This isn't Rhys's baby, Brenda.
It's an alien.
Get back, you ugly bitch!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
- That's my mother! - No.
- It's the alien. - I'm not an alien!
You're good, I'll give you that.
But I'm not!
Yeah, and the Lone Ranger didn't have a thing with Tonto.
Does the shape-shifter copy smells too?
No. It's just physical.
Well, I'd recognise that bloody awful perfume anywhere.
It's Brenda, Jack. It's Brenda.
That's for calling my mother an ugly bitch!
If that's Rhys's mum, then who's that outside?
Move! There she is!
The bond between mother and child is a wonderful thing.
Let her go, okay?
- Your mother for my child. - No deal.
You don't have a say.
Don't listen to it, Gwen.
It's okay, mum, I'll make sure you're safe.
- It won't kill you, you'll be okay. - You can't do this.
- It's my mum, Rhys. Jack... - Gwen, I cant let-
Rhys!
- Okay, mum. - Gwen...
You're going to be okay.
It's okay, mum.
Stay calm, still.
Come to momma!
That's the kind of daughter every mother must dream of.
Cool as ice, packing an automatic.
Gwen told me about you but I didn't believe her.
It'll be back. Owen, get Gwen ready, I want that thing dealt with now.
Listen, Gwen, I'll be with you in a minute. I need to talk to Rhys.
- What about? - Something and nothing. Trust me.
What, what?
Listen, Rhys, the singularity scalpel.
The last time I used it I had two good mitts.
So you're telling me you can't operate it?
Well, what I'm saying is, I know you'd be more happy
that whoever had Gwen's life in their hands could...
well, rely on both of them.
Now I thought I could ask Jack-
No, no, erm, show me what to do.
Right, it kinda works itself.
Hello, Jack.
Not quite the blushing bride, am I?
But I'd given up on things going to plan a long time ago.
If life always turned out the way we expected,
what would be the point of living?
I didn't expect to meet someone like you.
If I hadn't, I'd be married by now.
You're not the only one who met somebody that
knocked their world out of kilter.
Rhys has always been there for me.
Through all this madness, even when I haven't even deserved it.
He's not afraid to tell me he loves me.
Gwen
Get her out of here!
Come on, then! Do me a favour.
Hey, are you all right?
I'm running around in a wedding dress
with what feels like a keg of lager stuck up my skirt.
What do you think, Rhys?
Come on!
What happened?
Put it down, Owen.
It thought that I'd gone off.
- Where's Gwen and Rhys? - They've done a runner.
Listen, I emptied a clip into that thing as did Gwen.
But some mother-instinct or something is making that cow unstoppable.
Our guns don't work.
Then I guess we're gonna need a bigger gun.
Rhys, I can't go any further!
- It's here! It's here! - It'll hear!
I don't think there's any point in keeping quiet, Gwen.
What the hell are you doing with that?
Owen showed me how to use it.
Just do it! Do it!
- Rhys! - All right, all right.
I've got it now.
I love you... I really love you.
Gwen! Gwen?
Gwen?
Get away from her, Rhys!
Let me have my young and I won't hurt you.
You're too late! It's gone!
And I've had a gutful of you!
You get my girlfriend pregnant,
you impersonate my mum and you ruin my wedding day!
Fuck!
Rhys, you're a bad boy.
And you know what bad boys get?
How's that for a shape-shift?
Jack...
Hey, that whole Evil Dead thing looks pretty good on you, Rhys.
- You okay? - Yeah.
And...
the hero always gets the girl.
I am sorry.
I've spoilt everything, haven't I?
Do you still want to marry me?
I call upon these persons here present to witness that I,
Gwen Elizabeth Cooper...
Do take thee, Rhys Alun Williams, to be my lawful wedded husband.
Do take thee, Rhys Alun Williams,
to be my lawful wedded husband.
Come here.
You ready to see that dead man dance, Tosh?
Come on.
Mind if I cut in?
Why not? I'm danced off my feet.
I'm gonna find a beer.
Enjoy the honeymoon.
I will.
What will you do while I'm gone?
Ooh, the usual.
Pizza, lanto...
Save the world a couple of times.
Will you miss me?
Always.
Rhys is a lucky man, a perfect husband.
He's loyal... brave...
he's got a hell of a swing on him!
And best of all, he really loves you.
I know.
May I... erm...?
Yes.
There you go.
Cheers, mate.
You'd never think a couple of hours ago
they all nearly got torn apart by some alien psycho-bitch.
It's all been a bit too much for my mum and Brenda.
I never thought I'd see that.
Okay, Jack, what's going on?
Strange thing when you mix Level Six retcon with champagne.
Really makes the party go with a swing. Then you fall asleep.
You retconned our families?
It's probably for the best.
I don't want my mum remembering what happened to her today.
Maybe the happy couple shouldn't either?
No, thank you. There'll be no secrets in this marriage.
Time for bed, I think.
We'll see you after the honeymoon.
Stay out of trouble.
Thank you for the dress. It was beautiful.
Something tells me our bed time is a long way off.
That's right, guys, it's been a busy day,
but we are not finished yet.
We've got a lot to do. We've got a major mop-up operation.
And I want your best work.
Remember, it's Gwen's wedding.
That's what I love about Torchwood.
By day you're chasing the scum of the universe.
Come midnight, you're the Wedding Fairy.
It's more than just a cinema.
It's the Electro.
A once-in-a-lifetime show.
Why not step inside?
I just saw Jack.
He's part of this freak show?
The night travellers, they did exist.
They only performed at the dead of night.
So two people from a piece of film have decided to go AWOL?
What's wrong?
Her mouth has been drained of moisture.
What the hell are they up to?
Time to bring the others.
This way, please.