This is the location they specified.
A set of instructions, coming through
on a wavelength combination designated 456.
Did they give a name? All we've got is that number. 456.
According to our alien friends,
in four months time, the virus will mutate.
It's a brand-new strain of Indonesian Flu.
They claim it could kill up to 25 million people.
All our research seems to back up their figures.
In 1918, the Spanish Flu outbreak
killed something like 5% of the human race.
I know. I was there.
Well, this time, we're being offered a cure.
They'll send the antivirus.
In exchange.
How many children do they want?
12.
It's like the sacrifice to the ancient Gods, twelve virgins.
Just 12?
Sounds like a good deal, what do they want them for?
They say they'll live forever.
Yeah. Sure.
Why d'you need me?
Well, assuming twelve children can be found,
then we need someone to deliver them.
In case the aliens are hostile? You need someone who can't die.
Actually, we need someone who doesn't care.
1965.
I gave them 12 children.
You just handed them over, and hoped for the best?
You just come with uncle Jack.
We're gonna go on an adventure, Yeah?
Everyone off.
Here we go.
All right children, you follow me.
Adventure.
OK, children. Walk into the light. Do as I say.
What's in there? What is it?
Just go.
It's safe though, isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn't it?
Yeah. It's safe.
Keep going.
You don't want to be left out, do you?
Everyone OK? Yes, sir.
The information's coming through now, on the 456.
It's the antivirus, just as they promised.
Good night's work.
Maybe the Gods were kind.
Maybe they are in paradise.
No such thing.
You are in every nightmare I've ever had.
I'm sorry...
I'm really sorry...
I...
Gwen!
OK. It's over now. Stay away.
Just give me the gun, Clem. Come on.
You're on his side... Give it to me.
.. and he's on their side.
You're all involved.
Gwen, let him go.
I'm not dangerous! We know...
We know you're not!
We know that.
But that's a lie,
isn't it? Isn't it?
We both know I..
I killed a man.
I am dangerous.
Can I take that?
There we are.
But it's wasn't my fault.
There is something up there. They do want children.
That man held my hand...
.. and took me to them.
This is normal, OK?
This is what he does. I told you he was going to be OK.
No! Come on... Clem? No.
Clem! No, no!
He's all right, Clem.
This is too much!
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Oh, too much... too... too... oh.
Oh. You get to shoot first,
and ask questions later.
How good is that?
This is too much!
Isn't it? Isn't it?
Watch your head.
I can't believe you didn't mention this before.
They didn't speak through kids back then.
I didn't recognise the signs at first.
That's not what I meant.
They're coming back.
The man who sent me and my friends to die,
can't die himself.
This is to do with Uncle Jack, isn't it?
It's a mistake. We'll be out soon.
Will he get us out?
Yeah.
In here.
He doesn't know Harkness is his grandfather?
No.
I suppose it would take some explaining.
Why Mum looks older than Granddad.
I can only assume that you're holding me here
as insurance against my father.
But let me warn you. If you've angered him, then God help you.
This from the woman who's spent her life running away from him.
And why d'you think I did that?
A man who can't die has got nothing to fear.
So you watch it. And you keep watching.
It was a protection racket. You must've known they'd be back.
It was a possibility. But you still gave them their pay-off?
We had no choice!
Why us?
You wouldn't be missed.
I can see that.
All this time the one consolation I had, was the deal seemed to work.
It worked for 44 years.
That's not a bad breathing space.
Why was I left behind?
What's wrong with me?
We know they only want pre-pubescent kids.
Maybe it's that. Maybe you were just on the cusp of puberty.
Not quite adult, not quite child...
Saved by your hormones.
Everyone follow us please, thank you.
Is this still recording, Ianto? I need every second of this.
Yeah.
Hello again. Before we consider your request,
I've been asked for a point of clarification.
Before we even discuss your...
your request, we need to know exactly what it is
you intend to do with the children.
Somebody is watching.
Some remnant.
It knows I'm here!
It knows!
Somebody is watching.
I told you! It knows! Turn it off!
It's talking about the other camera. It doesn't know about us.
The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
is watching through this camera here and he needs to know
what would happen to our children if we were to hand them over to you.
It is...
off the record?
Yes.
Come in.
In there?
With your camera.
Come in.
It's hiding something.
Right. Is that OK? Uh-huh. Yeah.
Now you'll be able to hear us and we can hear anything you say...
OK, hand me a mouthpiece...
There you go.
Don't take it off until the light in the airlock goes green.
OK? Yes, Sir. Camera.
I'll be monitoring you throughout.
Good luck!
Thank you, Ma'am.
Air content stabilized.
BEEPING
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
SPORADIC BEEPING
I'm getting three heartbeats.
It's got three heads?
No, there's...
There's three distinct forms of life in there.
Get closer.
HEAVY BREATHING
RAPID BREATHING
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Is that a child?
Where'd he get him from?
It's one of the kids from 1965.
He's still just a child.
Do you think he knows?
Is he conscious?
What's happening? It's Lois.
She's crying.
What have you done to him?
Get him out of there!
Get him out!
It would ensure the smooth running of diplo, diplo, diplo...
between earth and 456, 456, 456, 456 if that previous encounter was kept off the record...
off the record... off the record.
What's it saying? That's John Frobisher's voice, what's "off the record"?
By off the record I mean private...
Private, private, private, pr-r-r-I-I-vate.
This is unacceptable.
We do not harm the children.
They feel no pain.
"We do not harm the children."
"They feel no pain."
"They live long beyond their years."
Oh, well that's OK then(!)
But we still don't know.
What does it do with them?
What does it want them for?
Bit late to ask now.
"We have answered your question."
"You have one day to select and deliver your 10%."
And if we refuse?
We will wipe out your entire species.
Am I to understand,
this country has had dealings with these creatures before?
Apparently so.
I would point out, I was only a child myself in 1965.
Nonetheless, you made the decision, only this week, sir,
to keep those previous negotiations secret?
It could be said, that perhaps it was...
convenient, for the moment, until further consideration.
You'll give us all files on 1965, immediately.
And the United Nations will decide what measures
to take against you, Mr Green.
This must have been eating away at you.
Why didn't you tell me?
I could've helped.
No, you couldn't.
I tell you everything.
Yeah? So tell me, what should I have done?
Stood up to them?
The Jack I know would've stood up to them.
I've only just scraped the surface, haven't I?
Ianto, that's all there is.
No, you pretend that's all there is.
I've lived a long time.
I have done a lot of things.
I've got to go. I won't be long.
You're doing it again!
Speak to me, Jack! Where are you going?
To call Frobisher. I can't make the call from here,
cos they'll be able to trace it. Is that OK?
You're the boss.
And just so you know, I have a daughter called Alice
and a grandson called Steven
and Frobisher took them hostage yesterday.
You two should get a couple of hours sleep, while you can.
So should you.
It's Harkness. Ring Ashton Down.
See if you can get a trace on it. Strong coffee. Loads of.
Hello.
Have you thought about what I said?
Bit busy, to be honest.
'Let me put this right.'
Release my family, and we can work together.
Give yourself up, and they won't be harmed.
'I wish I could believe that.'
'You can.'
'You've spoken to the 456, haven't you?'
They want more children.
What makes you think that?
They're on to it now.
'It doesn't take a genius.'
And with them going so public this time, I think they want a lot more.
'Millions even.'
If I have to stop you then I'll tell the world what's really going on.
There's too much at stake not to.
Lost him. I'll try the echelon satellite data.
It's gonna take some time.
They'll let us know when they get a location.
He'll be gone by then.
Why don't you get your head down on the couch for an hour?
Sorry, um...
the Prime Minster wants to see you.
Take notes. Facilitate. Generally make sure it all runs smoothly.
Most importantly, blend into the background.
No-one should know you're there.
Cabinet Office Briefing Room A. COBRA.
Where all the emergency planning takes place.
Gold Command meeting's about to start!
They'll sell us out, just like they did last time.
I'm sorry to hear about your family, by the way.
We'll get them out.
I know we will.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's been decided that we're going to make the 456 an offer.
A realistic number.
Something we can manage.
And then we see what happens.
D'you mean we're going to haggle?
What about the military option?
There's nothing to take action against.
Evidently, the 456 must have some sort of
base of operations, in orbit.
But our satellites are showing nothing.
Whatever's up there, it's beyond our technology.
There's a target sat in Thames House.
Taking that out would be a declaration of war.
A war we can't win.
That's why I've invited John to address Gold Command.
In terms of managing the figures,
what could we offer and get away with?
We need to know how many units would be available by tomorrow morning.
Isn't it? Isn't it? It's happening again.
My God! They're really gonna do this.
It won't just be Britain, will it?
The idea is that every country makes a camouflage-able contribution.
Can you pass me the F. A. S. file, please?
S. A. S?
Now you're talking!
Right. Well, erm...
.. for a start, there are 21 children in Oakington right now.
21 units. Unaccompanied asylum seekers awaiting deportation.
F. A. S.
Failed Asylum Seekers.
Orphans in 65, asylum seekers today.
There's progress for you.
And no-one would miss them.
We need more.
Can you bump the numbers up to sixty?
I think so.
We could have them all in Oakington by first thing tomorrow.
Thank you, John. Now go back to Thames House
and consult with the 456.
Make them an offer of sixty units and no more.
Hello.
'It's me.'
Well... how did it go?
All you need to know is, there's nothing to worry about.
I'm sorry I can't explain, but trust me, don't worry.
Well, have you slept yet?
No. 'Are you on your way home?'
No time for that, sweetheart.
I'm afraid it's a matter of utmost national security.
Are you safe?
Course I am. You know me, I'm just pushing papers around.
They just need me to make sure all the documentation's in place.
Did the bodyguards turn up?
They're outside.
'Good'
'Good.'
I just wanted to say, I love you, and I love the girls.
When will you be home?
Soon.
Look, I've got to go.
'I love you.'
I love you too.
I'm sorry, but we have discussed your demands...
And we've arrived at a solution that might satisfy both parties.
I've been authorised to offer you
one child...
for every million people on planet Earth.
That's about...
6,700 in total.
62 from the UK alone.
That is not acceptable.
6,700.
Six. Seven. Zero. Zero.
That's our final offer.
It's more than generous. I'll give you some time to think.
Three... Two... Five...
Zero... Zero... Zero...
Three... Two... Five...
Zero... Zero... Zero.
You are turning this house into a bloody playschool!
Ten quid a kid, more like charity!
And who's doing all the work?
Muggings here, that's who, I don't see you lifting a bloody finger.
Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.
Oh, my God, they're doing it again. Mica? Where's Mica? Mica!
Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.
What is it?
Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.
What you going on about?
Lottery numbers, or what?
Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.
Coordinates? A grid reference, maybe?
'Children in different countries are saying different numbers.'
'Ici en France le nombre est de quatre, quatre, huit, zero, zero, zero.'
The children of America are saying,
"Two, three, four, zero, zero, zero, zero."
But what is the meaning of three, two, five,
zero, zero, zero?
It's confirmed.
325,000 is 10% of the children, the, er, units, in this country.
Every country is saying a different number,
which in each case, amounts to 10%.
I think it's fair to say that our "final offer"
has just been rejected.
OK, thanks, everyone, let's take a break.
It's worth considering, sir,
the world's population will be nine billion by 2050.
That's a two and a half billion rise.
The UK'll go from 61 million to 77.
Every one of them needing food and water,
a home, transport, fuel, TVs and fridges...
Rick, Rick, Rick. What are you suggesting?
A cull of 10% would do us good?
I'm just saying, if we need to spin this to the public,
and God knows, at the moment, spin is all we can do,
then in an age when we're terrified by the planet's
dwindling resources, a reduction in the population could possibly,
just possibly, if presented in the right way,
be seen as... good...
.. sir.
Anything?
It's all gone quiet. All our usual sources from the government,
the army, Whitehall, all gone silent.
Whatever's happening in London, no-one's breathing a word.
It's about time I found out what's going on...
I'm taking a squad to London, are the roads still blocked?
Only in the centre. Then patch me through a clear route.
And keep watching for Harkness. If it's happening in London, then that's where he'll be.
With regrets, ladies and gentlemen,
I have to tell you that we're now facing the worst case scenario.
And right now, we don't have time for a discussion on ethics,
the hand-wringing will have to wait.
All we can do at the moment,
is to address a number of vital and practical questions.
Namely, how do we select the 10%?
Who would go?
How would we transport them?
And how could we sell it to the voters?
John?
Well, the selection's not down to me.
Nevertheless. Practical solutions, please.
Once the selection has been made,
then my department can arrange to bus all the children
to the rendezvous points together, school by school.
My staff are compiling various school databases.
"You just need to decide what criteria you'd use for selection."
Which is out of my hands. Over to you, sir.
Anyone?
Might I remind you, the clock is ticking.
It would have to be random.
No-one'll believe it was random.
Not unless some of us are seen waiting at school gates for empty buses to return.
If the criteria we use is demonstrably fair
and entirely random, then at least we could defend ourselves against accusations...
So you're willing to risk your kids? To make it look fair?
Then how else could we choose? We could do it alphabetically.
Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mr Yates!
I didn't mean... I've got no kids.
I wasn't... No kids, and no consequences.
And yours have grown up... Let's keep this civil.
Oh, yes, let's discuss the loss of millions of innocent children,
and let's be civilised about it?
If you wouldn't mind, yes.
Could we limit it to one loss per family?
Every second-born child? That would take time and organisation.
Time we don't have.
So it would have to be one school at a time.
Look, I'm going to say what everyone else is thinking.
If this...
this lottery takes place, my kids aren't in it.
I'm sure the families of Gold Command would be exempted anyway.
In fact, isn't that official policy?
.. Isn't it?
.. during a major civil emergency we're also dealing with deeply debilitating personal grief.
Listen to them!
It'll be hard enough as it is. I'm right aren't I?
It is official policy our families get protection.
Course they bloody do!
So, we could have a show of hands.
I hate to be crass, but in the circumstances...
Well, who votes?
Those with kids, or those with no interest to declare?
No-one votes.
It's down to me to make an executive decision.
Do you need some time? No.
Whatever happens, the children and grandchildren
of everyone round this table will be exempt.
What about nieces and nephews? Don't push your luck!
You seriously expect me to look my brother in the eye?
We need to limit the number of people who know.
And what just give him a condolence card?
That's the responsibility of government, Denise.
No, the first responsibility
is to protect the best interests of this country. Right?
Then let's say it.
In a national emergency, a country must plan for the future
and discriminate between those who are vital to continued stability
and... those who are not.
And now that we've established that our kids are exempt,
the whole principal of random selection
is dead in the water anyway. Only so far as...
Let me finish. Now look, on the one hand you've got the good schools.
And I don't just mean those producing graduates,
I mean the pupils who will go on to staff our hospitals,
our offices, our factories, the workforce of the future.
We need them. Accepted, yes?
So. Set against that, you've got the failing schools.
Full of the less able, the less socially useful,
those destined to spend a lifetime on benefits.
Occupying places on the dole queue and, frankly, the prisons.
Now look, should we treat them equally?
God knows, we've tried, and we've failed.
And now the time has come to choose.
And if we can't identify the lowest achieving 10%
of this country's children,
then what are the school league tables for?
Anyone want to speak against that?
Then there we have it.
John, you have your criteria.
We have selected the 10%.
We've got enough evidence recorded here to destroy every person in that room.
And we can use it to force our way into Thames House.
Finally get face to face with this thing.
And get your family released.
Everyone know what they're doing? What if I can't get Lois to agree?
She hasn't let us down yet. Rhys? OK?
Let's go stand up to them.
Yes, Sir.
'The government has yet to give a reason why the children have stated
'a number which equals 10% of the child population of each country.'
'.. aurait demande a la Grande-Bretagne
qu'elle fasse une declaration plus vite concernant ses...'
'All eyes are now turning toward the United Kingdom, as we ask...
'What exactly are they hiding?'
'London remains grid-locked in the city centre...'
Hush now, you lot, shut up.
Hello? 'It's me.'
I thought you couldn't call here? Is it all over?
'It's only just beginning.'
'It's Ianto.'
Tell him I want my car back in one piece!
That column of fire over London? Did you see it on TV?
'No, I was watching the other side! Course I did, you dumbo.'
What's happening? The kids said,
'"They are coming," but who's they?
'Who is it?'
Just stop a minute, and listen. Ianto, just tell me. Who are they?
They're from another planet.
They want children. That's why they're here.
They what?
'They want kids. Millions of them.'
Why? 'I'm not sure.'
But don't let anyone take David and Mica, for whatever reason.
And this goes for you people listening in on the wire as well.
Forget the official secrets act.
'If you've got children, you need to hear this,
'and you need to tell every parent you know.'
I've found Jones, we can assume Harkness is nearby.
OK, let's go.
'Look, I've got to go. I love you.'
Don't let them out of your sight.
'I love them too.
'I'm even warming to Johnny a bit.'
We love you too.
Ianto?
Ianto, are you there?
What is it?
What did he say?
Come on, Rhi, what did he say?
You've got to go, now.
You're just getting me out of harm's way, aren't you?
You don't think I can hack it.
You're the most important part of this whole plan.
Now go. You've got a job to do.
There isn't much time.
Long gone. Move out.
'I've done a sweep of the surrounding area.'
Two miles to the south, there's a warehouse area.
It used to be an old holding facility for Torchwood 1, back in the 90s.
'Could be significant, Ianto Jones worked for Torchwood 1.'
Can you pinpoint which warehouse?
'I'll get onto it now.'
We need a cover story to explain why
the operation is happening and to encourage participation.
So the suggestion is,
we announce that the children will be given some kind of inoculation.
A jab to stop them speaking in unison.
We stress that there's no immediate danger.
That everyone will be seen in due course.
Then when it goes wrong,
and the children disappear, we blame the aliens.
Claim ignorance, and face the music.
We say the 456 double-crossed us?
OK, Gwen. We're here.
'Take care.'
Positive fix, Torchwood facility warehouse.
Excellent. It is the aliens' fault.
That is where the blame should lie. Not with us.
We play the part of naive dupes, rather than willing accomplices.
We're not willing.
No-one in this room is a willing accomplice.
'Roads all clear.
'ETA Torchwood warehouse, 45 seconds.'
Thank you, John. Comments? Anyone?
This is going to take a hell of a lot of organization.
We'll have to stand the police down and put the army in their place.
We barely have time to talk.
We need to get this thing moving.
Then shall we reconvene at 18.00?
Excuse me.
Lois, stop it. I have something to say.
Really? Well, it's nice you want to make a contribution, er,
what was your name?
Lois, Lois Habiba, sir.
Well, thank you for your hard work, Lois, it's much appreciated,
but this isn't really the best time.
I'm sorry, sir.
I know I'm only supposed to be here to take notes, but erm...
..I am a voter.
This isn't a referendum.
Lois, could I have a word outside?
No, but it needs saying.
Lois. Seriously. Not now.
And I'm not just speaking on my own behalf.
Just what we need, a revolutionary!
If you like, sir, then that's what I am.
Oh, yeah, you and whose army?
Torchwood.
What? Don't be ridiculous.
I think she's doing it. Good girl!
Torchwood has been recording all these meetings.
And everything that's been said, around this table, every single word,
spoken by every single one of you,
will be made public.
Unless you do exactly what Torchwood says.
Jack Harkness. Ianto Jones. We're Torchwood.
We've been expecting you.
On the floor!
Face down! Hands on your head!
You traced Ianto's calls, did you? On the floor!
Now that you're here, you can take me to Alice and Steven Carter.
You'll be in the very next cell.
Second thoughts, maybe I'll just have you shot while resisting arrest.
That would be a mistake. Why?
Look at what we've been recording.
'And how exactly are you going to make us do this?'
Torchwood's been destroyed.
I'm afraid not, sir.
Right now Captain Jack Harkness, head of the Torchwood Institute,
is in the reception of the MI5 building.
So you're gonna stand aside, and let him do his job,
and deal with the 456, immediately.
And, er...
..I think that's it.
What she's telling them is, my gorgeous husband
has recordings of them all secretly agreeing
to sacrificing millions of innocent children to the aliens.
Now, him, and his laptop, at this very moment,
are in a secret location
and he's ready to press send and tell the whole world
exactly what's been going on, unless you do exactly as we say.
Take a seat.
Maybe you'll learn something about the people you've been working for.
Come on, Clem.
I want to feed the live TV pictures direct to this number.
Can you do that? I can do it.
I'm Captain Jack Harkness.
I've dealt with you lot before.
I'm here to explain why this time you're not getting what you want.
You yielded in the past.
And don't I know it?
I was there.
In 1965.
I was part of that trade.
And that's why I'm never gonna let it happen again.
Explain.
There's a saying here on Earth.
A very old, very wise friend of mine taught me it.
"An injury to one is an injury to all."
And when people act according to that philosophy,
the human race is the finest species in the universe.
Never mind the philosophy.
What he's saying is, you're not getting one solitary, single child.
The deal is off.
Er, I like the philosophy.
I gathered.
You yielded in the past.
You will do so again.
In the past the numbers were so small they could be kept a secret.
But this time that is not gonna happen.
Because we've recorded everything.
All the negotiations, everything the politicians said,
everything that happened in this room.
And those tapes will be released to the public.
Unless you leave this planet for good.
You yielded in the past.
You will do so again.
When people find out the truth, you will have over six billion
angry human beings taking up arms to fight you.
That might be a fight you think you can win,
but at the end of it,
the human race in defence of its children will fight to the death.
And if I have to lead them into battle, then I will.
You've got enough information on this planet, check your records.
His name is Captain Jack Harkness.
Go back 150 years and see what you're facing.
This is fascinating, isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn't it?
It knows I'm watching!
The human infant mortality rate is 29,158 deaths per day.
Every three seconds, a child dies.
The human response is to accept and adapt.
We are adapting, right now.
And we're making this a war.
Then the fight begins.
We're waiting for your reply.
Action has been taken.
ALARMS BLARE
What have you done?
You wanted a demonstration of war.
A virus has been released.
It will kill everyone in the building.
Can they override it? I don't know.
The building's designed to withstand chemical and biological attack.
Nothing or no-one can get in or out.
Oh! Happy now?
The air's poisoned. Call someone. Shut down the air conditioning.
Block every air vent. Get gas masks, hazard suits, oxygen cylinders.
If there's a virus, then there must be an anti-virus.
Release it now or I'll blow a hole in that tank,
and we'll all die together.
You've made your point. Now stop this, and we can talk!
You are dying, even now.
SHRILL SCREECHING
What's that noise?
What's it doing?
Turn it off! Turn it off! Clem?
Clem?
We've gotta get you out of here.
I can survive anything, but you can't.
Too late.
I breathed the air.
There's gotta be something, an antidote.
You said you would fight.
Then I take it back, all right?
I take it all back. But not him!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Ianto.
No.
The remnant will be disconnected.
He's dead.
What about Thames House?
They can't get out.
It's all my fault.
No, it's not...
Don't speak. Save your breath.
I love you.
Don't!
Ianto, Ianto, Ianto!
Stay with me!
Ianto, stay with me please. Stay with me. Stay with me.
Hey.
It was good, yeah?
Yeah.
Don't forget me.
Never could.
A thousand year's time...
..you won't remember me.
Yes, I will.
I promise. I will.
Ianto.
Don't go.
Don't leave me, please.
Please... please don't.
You will die, and tomorrow your people will deliver the children.
What now?
Two choices. Either we go to war against an enemy we can't beat.
Or we go to war against our own people.
For their own good.
An injury to one is not an injury to all.
We have to surrender.
35 million children?
Or 6.7 billion people.
Start putting your plan into action.
13, 14.
There's nothing we can do.
Civilisation is about to fall to hell.
Do you think you're still players?
We can try.
Captain Harkness it's me, it's Lois. What do we do?
But you've seen what they do to them. Where are you taking them?
I'm recording this, so you can see.
You can see how the world ended.
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk