(Ianto breaks the lock on the door and they all go
IANTO: This is us. This is Torchwood. This is home.
LOUISE MINCHIN [on TV]: The children promised tomorrow and tomorrow is
here. Our correspondents have been measuring the situation in Australia
REPORTER [on TV]: Le President a declare avoir ordonné la fermeture de
TRINITY WELLS [on TV]: The Senate have pointed out that we are now
living in fear of our children. In fear of what they will say next.
In fear of who or what is speaking through them.
(Rhys starts a fire in a barrel. They have an old settee to sit on.)
RHYS: Whoa! Almost lost my eyebrows. Still, good for something, see?
Old Boy scout.
GWEN: I'm freezing.
RHYS: Is anyone gonna see us in here, you know, with all this firelight
IANTO: It was abandoned in the nineties. It used to be a Torchwood
holding facility. Torchwood One.
JACK: Rusting away for years.
GWEN: So what do we do, hmm? Just sit here?
JACK: Worse than that, do I have to stay in these clothes? I mean, come
on. Tracksuit bottoms? Not a good look.
GWEN: Jack, they're arriving today. That alien voice thing said today,
and we're stuck in the back end of beyond.
JACK: Yeah. But we're together, the old team. We're down, but not out,
yeah? We've survived worse than this.
JACK: Besides, I don't know how much fighting you should do in your
RHYS: What's that mean?
GWEN: (sotto) Christ, Jack.
RHYS: He knows you're pregnant? You told him before me, didn't you?
GWEN: Rhys, he just happened to be there, and it happened really,
RHYS: Last to know. Last to bloody know. Well thank you very much.
GWEN: Don't be stupid, man. Hey, don't be so
(Rhys walks away.)
GWEN: (to Jack) Couldn't you just keep it shut?
(Gwen goes after Rhys as Jack grins to himself.)
IANTO: All together. The old team.
LOUISE MINCHIN [on TV]: Tension is mounting as the
population of the entire planet waits for the next incident.
REPORTER [on TV]: Le Parlement Europeen semble fige au regard de ces
TRINITY WELLS [on TV]: We've been given no answers, no hope, no
assurance that our children will come first
LOUISE MINCHIN [on TV]: The Government has refused to speculate about
the origin of the voice or the importance of the word tomorrow.
Let's take you live now to Downing Street.
[Prime Minister's office]
(Broadcasting to the nation.)
GREEN: In light of what's happening with our children, we've
temporarily closed the schools.
As a further precaution, we have introduced a temporary curfew for
everyone under the age of eighteen. Keep your children at home where
they'll be safe. The curfew takes effect immediately and will continue
until further notice. But rest assured, we're doing everything in our
power to find out what's going on, to safeguard our children and all
the people of this nation.
In the meantime, we are asking everyone to stay calm, and to go about
your lives as normal.
There's nothing to suggest we are in any danger, and as soon as we find
out anything more, the public will be informed.
And as always, I thank you, for your trust, and for your faith.
(Ianto makes a phone call.)
IANTO: Yeah, it's me. Listen, I can't talk. Just give her the thumbs
up. She'll know what it means.
(A man whistles from his balcony to Johnny, who is
walking back to his home with
a neighbour's daughter, then gives a thumbs up.)
JOHNNY: Oh, brilliant. Thanks, Mac.
(The house is full of the local schoolchildren
whose parents are at work.)
JOHNNY: Mac says thumbs up, Ianto's alive.
RHIANNON: Was that it? You daft sod. Well, where is he, what's he
JOHNNY: Thumbs up, that was all. This is Eliza, and she's lactose
intolerant, so no milk.
RHIANNON: Okay, Eliza. You take your coat off. You go in there and
play, all right? That's it now, Johnny.
No more kids. I'm full to bursting.
JOHNNY: It's a public service. The schools are closed. People still got
to work. Life goes on.
RHIANNON: Yeah, with you making a profit.
JOHNNY: It's ten quid a kid. Look, that could be our slogan, ten quid a
(Alice is still trying to contact her father.)
JACK [OC]: This is Jack Harkness. Leave a message and I'll get back to
(The team pool their resources.)
JACK: So, we've got guns, okay. And a pen knife, laptop, now dead.
Credit cards and a phone which they can trace. Lemsip, book of stamps,
pair of contact lenses, and fifteen quid.
GWEN: Plus twenty five pence. With some bloody alien thing turning up
IANTO: We've got some of the Torchwood software, though. We've lost the
Hub, but the software still exists on the server.
Trouble is, we're gonna need some more equipment, not to mention
RHYS: And how are we gonna manage that, hidden away like criminals.
GWEN: Well that's it. Brilliant.
GWEN: Criminals. Thieves. Us. Well, they're treating us like criminals,
let's be criminals.
Listen, I trained with the police. I know every trick in the book. I've
seen the lot. Come on, boys. You're gonna learn some tricks.
(Ianto masquerades as a waiter.)
IANTO: Everything all right?
CUSTOMER: Oh, yeah, fine, thanks very much.
IANTO: That'll be fifteen pounds fifty, please.
(The customer hands over his credit card, and Ianto walks off with it.
Meanwhile, Rhys steals a laptop in its case while Gwen chats to its
owner on a park bench.
Jack does the credit card thing at the X:it Bar and restaurant.
Rhys and Ianto stage a street fight so Gwen can steal a briefcase.
Jack drives off with a Porsche Boxster sportscar while its owner is on
the pavement using his mobile phone.)
DRIVER: Oi, come back, that's my car.
ALICE: I'm just going to pop over the road. I won't
be a minute, okay?
[Outside the Carter home]
(She sees a lady passing by.)
ALICE: Excuse me, could I borrow your phone? I just want to make a call
my sister. She's a bit worried. It's all this stuff with the kids, and
my mobile's not working. Is that okay?
PASSERBY: Yeah, sure.
ALICE: I won't be long. Brilliant, thanks.
(She makes a call.)
WOMAN [OC]: Hello, Cardiff Bay police station.
ALICE: Yeah, I'm trying to contact Captain Jack Harkness, he works for
Torchwood. I know it's not your department, but
(There are tones on the line as she is transferred.)
[Ashton Down monitoring station / Outside
the Carter home]
(The key words have flagged up Jack's data, then
ALICE: No, but I think he was in that explosion and I can't get in
touch with him. He's got this private number and he always answers it,
MAN [OC]: I'll need your name and address.
ALICE: I just want to know where he is.
MAN [OC]: I'll need your name and address. Name and address, please.
(Alice ends the call and returns the phone.)
ALICE: Lovely. Thank you very much. Thanks.
(A nearby CCTV camera is tasked with following Alice back indoors. They
[Ashton Down monitoring station]
OPERATIVE: Name's Alice Carter. Maiden name Alice
Sangster. Parents James and Mary Sangster, which is significant because
James and Mary Sangster never really existed. They were placeholder
names used in the early seventies for personnel that went into deep
or witness relocation. In other words, the whole ID's a fake.
JOHNSON: Can you find out who she is?
OPERATIVE: I'm on to it.
JACK: Let there be light.
(And there was light, via electricity tapped from the grid.)
GWEN: Oh, yes. Britain's most wanted.
RHYS: Hey, how about that?
(Rhys has created a sign out of old copper pipe - HUB2)
JACK: Guess that makes you an official member of the team.
RHYS: You can stick it, mate. Get on those computers and get me home,
(Ianto enters, laden with carrier bags.)
IANTO: I see we've got a new car outside. Nice, very smart.
JACK: Where've you been? We thought you'd got arrested.
IANTO: Just buying essentials. Technology's one thing, but let's not
forget the creature comforts. Coffee, obviously. Got some doo dah.
GWEN: Thank God.
IANTO: And more importantly. I didn't know your exact sizes, but I
reckon I've got a good eye.
(The bags contain new clothes.)
GWEN: Oh, brilliant. I am stinking.
RHYS: Nice one.
IANTO: And for you, sir, Army surplus special.
JACK: Oh, you're kidding me.
(Jack gets dressed, greatcoat and all.)
JACK: I'm back.
(Clem has picked a wallet from a woman's bag while
she was waiting at a pedestrian crossing.)
CLEM: Such a long time ago. But it's all coming back, isn't it? Because
of that smell. Closer and closer. Happens today. Well, it's always
today, isn't it?
Same as yesterday. Today and yesterday.
(The barmaid spots the photograph of the woman's husband and children
in the wallet, and goes out the back of the bar to make a phone call.)
CLEM: I knew they'd come back. Bastards always come back. I can smell
them! Just like last time, isn't it? Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, Stop!
(He remembers the children walking into the light.)
BARMAID: That's him.
(The police have arrived.)
CLEM: No. Oh no, don't take me. They'll get me.
POLICEMAN: Hold on.
CLEM: No, don't take me. Get out of the way.
(They grab Clem as he tries to escape.)
POLICEMAN: That's it.
POLICEMAN: Come on. You're making it worse, son.
(They handcuff him and take him away.)
CLEM: Stop! Stop! They'll get me, they'll get me.
(The stolen laptops get used.)
JACK: And we're in.
IANTO: Just like the old days.
GWEN: I'll patch into the new channels, see what's happening.
RHYS: Black, no sugar, yeah?
JACK: That's the one.
GWEN: No sign of anything. Empty skies.
IANTO: Right, where do we start? What are we looking for?
GWEN: Run a check on that Clement MacDonald. See if there's any change.
And those names Lois said. Captain Andrew Staines. What was it, Ellen
Michael something. All assassinated the same time they tried to kill
IANTO: Andrew Staines, Ellen Hunt, Michael Sanders. Mean anything to
JACK: No, nothing.
GWEN: We need to get inside Whitehall. Have you got the Eye 5 software,
IANTO: Yeah, it's still on the site, why?
GWEN: Download it onto the laptop. Because these are not just contact
lenses, these are Torchwood contact lenses.
IANTO: But what do we use them for? Who's gonna wear them?
GWEN: Well, there's only one person still talking to us.
(Lois is waiting in the queue when the shop phone
MAN: Hello? Is there a Lois in here? Lois Habiba?
LOIS: That's me.
MAN: We're not a call centre. Hurry up.
(He hands her the phone.)
GWEN [OC]: Lois, look to your right.
(Gwen is across the street.)
GWEN [OC]: Don't hang up. Don't hang up. I need five minutes. Just five
(Gwen is now sitting opposite Lois.)
LOIS: I've helped you once, and that's enough. If anybody finds out
what I'm doing, it's treason.
It's literally treason. Offences like this can be tried without a jury.
They could do anything to me.
GWEN: I know, but you said they're building something at Thames House,
and we need to find out what it is.
LOIS: That's the most secure building in the whole country. I can't
exactly smuggle you in.
GWEN: You don't have to. You just keep your eyes open. Like this.
(Gwen opens a laptop. Lois sees herself on the screen.)
LOIS: But, where's that coming from? That's not a webcam, it's you.
GWEN: And to the right. And to the left. And back.
LOIS: Where's the camera? On your jacket?
GWEN: In my eyes.
LOIS: Oh, my God.
GWEN: When you wear these, they'll transmit a picture so we can see
what's going on. More than that, we've got lip-reading software.
Just look at someone when they're speaking, and it'll translate it.
Press enter now. Go on. Right, now it's working. Say something.
LOIS: Like what?
COMPUTER: Like what?
LOIS: Oh my God, that's weird.
COMPUTER: Oh my God, that's weird.
GWEN: And we can send messages to you. Type something. Go on, anything.
(Lois types Hello Gwen.)
GWEN: Hello, Lois.
LOIS: You can see that in your eyes?
COMPUTER: In your eyes?
(Gwen removes the contact lenses.)
GWEN: It's good, isn't it? If you wear these, we can find out what's
going on, and then we can help.
LOIS: But I can't. What if they, I don't know, scan for bugs or
GWEN: Yeah, they will, but they won't register, I promise.
LOIS: I can't, though. Giving you information's one thing, but that's
putting me right on the front line.
GWEN: You're the only friend we've got left.
LOIS: Even if I get into Thames House, I can't get on to floor
thirteen. That's where they're building this thing. But Frobisher only
takes Miss Spears with him, I'm just the office girl.
GWEN: Well, you'll have to find a way inside.
LOIS: But how?
GWEN: I don't know. You'll have to think of something.
LOIS: I can't. I'm sorry, I've got to go.
GWEN: Just take them with you, I am begging you. Just think about it.
LOIS: I've really got to go.
GWEN: Please, Lois.
LOIS: I can't.
(Gwen gives Lois the contact lens case.)
JACK: Frobisher's the key to this. He's just a
civil servant, he's nothing. What makes him start authorising
IANTO: What did it feel like? I mean, getting blown up.
JACK: It wasn't the best of days.
IANTO: No, but did you feel it? Or did everything just go black?
JACK: I felt it.
IANTO: Do you ever think that one day your luck'll run out? That you
won't come back.
JACK: I'm a fixed point in time and space. That's what the Doctor says.
I think that means it's forever.
IANTO: So one day you'll see me die of old age, and just keep going.
IANTO: We'd better make the most of it, then.
JACK: I suppose.
IANTO: Like right now?
JACK: Ianto, the world could be ending.
IANTO: The world's always ending. And I have missed that coat.
JACK: Rhys, do you want to take the car and go to those shops down by
the wharf? We need some discs for these things. Should take about
IANTO: Thirty minutes.
RHYS: I'll go later. The beans are almost done.
JACK: The beans are almost done.
IANTO: Bloody beans.
(Ianto finds Clem's records.)
IANTO: Whoa, that's nice. Look at that, face recognition software. And,
arrested two hours ago in London.
He wouldn't give his name, but that is Clement MacDonald.
JACK: That's the man from the hospital.
IANTO: Could be useful.
[Street / Warehouse]
GWEN: I've given her the contacts, but God knows, I
think she's too scared.
IANTO: We've got a new mission for you. That Clem's turned up, Camden
police station of all places. Arrested for theft and minor affray.
Could you get him out?
GWEN: How am I supposed do that?
IANTO: You were a policewoman.
GWEN: Oh, okay. Bloody hell. Anything else while I'm at it?
IANTO: Fillet steak would be nice.
GWEN: Yeah, don't push it. See you later.
JACK: So, Ianto, what's his story?
IANTO: Ah, well, according to Gwen, it was your classic alien
abduction, back when he was a kid. 1965. He was living ten miles
outside Arbroath, the Holly Tree Lodge, it was an orphanage. I looked
up the files. The kids were taken away in November 1965. The Lodge was
closing down. They were being taken to a second care home called
Harbour Heights in Plymouth, except that's where the records stopped.
There's no trace of them arriving.
I mean, it was the sixties, a lot of the paperwork's gone missing. But
if what he's saying is true, maybe they never got there.
JACK: Show me those people.
IANTO: What people?
JACK: Andrew Staines, Ellen Hunt, Michael Sanders. The ones who were
killed the same day as me.
IANTO: Why, do you think there's a connection?
JACK: Show me. No, no, give me their history. Show me them forty years
ago. What for?
IANTO: Just do it.
IANTO: Who are they, Jack? Did you know them?
JACK: I never knew their names.
IANTO: Who were they? Jack, tell me. Did you know them?
(Jack grabs his greatcoat and runs out.)
RHYS: Oi, the beans are ready.
[Ashton Down monitoring station]
OPERATIVE: Alice Carter. I've broken the security
wall. You're gonna love this.
[Home Office / Ashton Down]
FROBISHER: What is it? Any sign of Harkness?
JOHNSON: Sins of the past. Did you know that he's got a daughter?
FROBISHER: Since when?
JOHNSON: Alice Carter. She was put into deep cover way back in 1977 at
the request of her mother, seeking to distance herself from the life of
Captain Jack. Can hardly blame her.
FROBISHER: Who was the mother?
JOHNSON: Woman called Lucia Moretti. Italian. Torchwood staff 1968 to
1977. Deceased, heart disease, 2006. Natural causes. That's rare for
Torchwood. And now, Alice Carter's got a child of her own, his
grandson. Could be useful. What do you want me to do?
FROBISHER: Bring her in.
JOHNSON: Just the answer I wanted.
FROBISHER: Nothing from Jodrell Bank, but we might
as well get ready. Bridget, get everything you need. We're transferring
to Thames House.
(He goes into his office.)
LOIS: What do you want me to do?
BRIDGET: Exactly what you're doing now. Just answer the phones.
LOIS: Or I could come with you to Thames House. I could help.
BRIDGET: I don't think so.
LOIS: The thing is, Mister Frobisher asked me to come.
BRIDGET: When was that?
LOIS: He said he wanted me. At his side.
BRIDGET: What for? Why on Earth would he need you?
LOIS: It was a private conversation.
(Frobisher walks out of his office and away.)
BRIDGET: You're not the first, you know. Don't go thinking you're the
LOIS: Then I can come?
BRIDGET: Apparently so.
[Cardiff Police Station]
(The phone rings.)
ANDY: Andy Davidson.
GWEN [OC]: Andy, listen.
ANDY: You're alive.
GWEN [OC]: Yes, I'm still alive, you idiot.
[Camden / Cardiff Police Station]
GWEN: Now shut up. I need some help.
ANDY: We need you. All these kids saying, we are coming. And that's
today. I mean, what's it gonna be? Like a spaceship?
GWEN: Aw, Andy.
ANDY: Or Godzilla?
GWEN: Just listen. I need you to release a prisoner from Camden police
station. The address is Albany Street.
ANDY: What are you doing in Camden?
GWEN: Does it matter?.
ANDY: It does to me, aye.
GWEN: Yes, I know, I'm sorry. Look, just listen. I've got no ID, so I
need you to vouch for me. He's only on minor charges so I can stand
You need to phone them, and fax a WC242A. Don't use my name, use
Lynda's. I'll say I'm Lynda. Can you do that for me please?
GWEN: Like now?
[Camden Police cells]
(An officer unlocks Clem's cell.)
GWEN: Clem? Do you remember me?
GWEN: It's all right. I've got you.
(Clem cries on her shoulder.)
STEVEN: It's boring. I want to see aliens.
ALICE: Yeah? Be careful what you wish for. Put some cartoons on.
(Alice is about to hang the washing out, when a dog stops barking and
whimpers. She looks out of the front door, and the road is
ALICE: Steven, come on. We're going out. Quickly now.
STEVEN: But the telly said we've got to stay inside.
ALICE: Never mind that. Now, listen to me. We're going to go out, and
you're gonna be quiet, okay? Don't make a sound.
Just like those games your gran used to teach you, do you remember?
STEVEN: Are we in trouble? Gran always said there'd be trouble.
(Alice takes a knife from the kitchen, and a chopping block.)
ALICE: Then do exactly what she said. Just like the games. Nice and
quiet, and don't let me out of your sight. Come on.
(Alice and Steven run out of the back door as the soldiers break down
the front door.)
SOLDIER 2: Clear.
SOLDIER 3: Clear.
(Outside, Alice smacks a soldier in the face with the chopping block,
takes his sidearm and runs.)
(Alice and Steven are trapped. She points the gun
ALICE: Get out of the way.
JOHNSON: Go on then. Shoot. Let's see what happens. Are you as immortal
as your father? Is the boy? We can put it to the test.
ALICE: Take me. Let him go.
ALICE: He's only a child.
JOHNSON: So? Alice, if we wanted you dead, we'd have opened fire by
now. Just put down the gun.
ALICE: Who are you?
JOHNSON: Put down the gun.
ALICE: If you harm him. I will kill you.
(Alice puts the gun on the ground.)
JOHNSON: And the knife. You're certainly your father's daughter, I'll
give you that.
ALICE: Come on, sweetheart.
(Alice turns around to see Steven is pointing into the sky.)
ALICE: Steven, what is it? What are you doing? Steven, what is it?
JOHNSON: What's he pointing at?
ALICE: Steven, stop it. Please stop it. Steven, look at me. Steven,
(Johnson looks towards where Steven is pointing.)
JOHNSON: It's them.
(Rhiannon is scrubbing a garment in the sink.)
RHIANNON: I charge extra for cleaning. Tell your mum, it's another two
(She turns around to see the children are all pointing.)
RHIANNON: What is it? Stop it.
ANNA: Can you hear me? Lilly, it's Mum. Just look
at me. Just look at me.
(Clem is also pointing.)
GWEN: What is it? Clem?
IANTO: It's them, it's all of them, the kids.
RHYS: What are they saying?
IANTO: They're not. Just pointing.
LOUISE MINCHIN [OC]: Yet again, every child has
stopped. Every single child in the world. There seems to be no reports
of speech, only that they seem to be indicating something in the sky.
JOHNNY: It's on the news. They're pointing.
RHIANNON: I know, but they're pointing over there. What's over there?
IANTO: It says all the children in America are
pointing east, and all the children in Europe are pointing west.
RHYS: It's us. They're pointing at us.
RHIANNON: If you go far enough in that direction,
that's London. They're pointing at London.
LOUISE MINCHIN [OC]: According to reports, children
in London are all pointing towards the centre of the city.
To repeat, children in London all seem to be pointing towards the
IANTO: They're pointing at Thames House. Come on.
SIMON: It's happening.
(Rhys and Ianto run onto the warehouse roof in time to see a pillar of
fire break through the clouds and head slowly down towards Thames
FROBISHER: Sorry, you stay here.
SIMON: Mister Frobisher, you haven't got the authorisation.
(Frobisher takes the lift alone to floor 13, then jams the doors with a
chair. Alarms blare, then the building shakes.
(Frobisher joins Dekker in the contact room to watch the fire fill the
containment chamber. After a few moments, it stops. A pair of eyes is
just visible in the thick gas.)
CHILDREN: We are here.
(Then go back to playing.)
CLEM: It's them. They're back.
GWEN: Come on. You're connected to them. We need to find out how.
(A screeching noise comes from the containment
chamber, then a translation with a male voice.)
FROBISHER: My name is John Frobisher, Permanent Secretary to the Home
Office of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland. Earth.
On behalf of the Human race, I
(Something green splatters against the containment chamber glass. The
creature inside flails around then stops.)
FROBISHER: Is there something wrong? Do you want me to continue? Then,
if I could request, for the purpose of communication, we've no name for
your species. What are you called?
456: You call us 456.
FROBISHER: That's correct.
456: Then that is our name.
(More screeching and vomiting.)
FROBISHER: If I could request, on behalf of my government, what is it
that you want? Can you hear me? I'm sorry, but I need to know before I
approach my superiors, what exactly do you want? I must ask the 456,
officially, your purpose in visiting
FROBISHER: I am speaking.
456: We would speak.
FROBISHER: With who?
456: The world.
456: We would speak.
FROBISHER: Well, perhaps we do things differently here, but we would
consider this to be a diplomatic liaison. Does that make sense?
We are both, in a sense, ambassadors. And according to protocol,
ambassadorial procedure is not made public.
You wouldn't be speaking to the entire population, but to their elected
representatives. That's, that's, that's how it works.
That's all I can offer. Is that acceptable?
FROBISHER: Good. Thank you.
456: Bring them.
FROBISHER: Thank you. I have one condition. Does that make sense, do
you understand that? A condition?
The 456 have made contact with this country before, many years ago. It
would be better if, I mean, given the nature of that meeting, it would
ensure the smooth running of diplomatic relations between Earth and the
456 if that previous encounter was kept off the record.
By off the record, I mean private. Between us. Can you do that?
FROBISHER: Thank you.
FROBISHER: I'm sorry?
456: Return soon.
FROBISHER: I will. Thank you.
(Frobisher leaves, and slumps against the corridor wall, where Dekker
LOUISE MINCHIN [on monitor]: The area around Thames
House is being cordoned off while the Government has
IANTO: It is all kicking off now. Just when we need Jack.
LOUISE MINCHIN [on monitor]: At Downing Street. These images are from
five minutes ago. That's been identified as Colonel Oduya
of the Unified Intelligence Task Force. And this is coming live. That's
General Austin Pierce, representing the American Armed Forces. He's
heading inside Downing Street right now.
(Cabinet Office Briefing Room A.)
PIERCE: I have been asked to convey, from the President of the United
States, his absolute fury. Is that understood?
GREEN: Very much so.
PIERCE: That landing wasn't spontaneous. It was planned. It was
prepared by you. And don't go calling this diplomacy, Mister Green.
You've established a court. The sovereign court of Great Britain, in
direct contradiction of the statutes of the United Nations.
GREEN: We were acting under orders.
ODUYA: Did they threaten you?
GREEN: I think we can say the mere existence of the 456 is a threat.
PIERCE: Nevertheless, you have an alien ambassador on British soil.
(The lady Home Secretary defends the state.)
RILEY: It has to be said that Britain has claimed no rights of
territory or ownership over species 456.
PIERCE: But it's here. You've damned well got it right here.
ODUYA: And at every stage of these negotiations you have excluded UNIT
when we're specially trained to deal with these situations.
GREEN: And I apologise. But the President's welcome to enter Floor 13,
as is every other leader of the free world. I'd be honoured.
ODUYA: Except that's impossible.
PIERCE: And you know it. We will not move the President into a location
that's had no security screening. That'll take days to organise. Weeks.
GREEN: Then I offer to withdraw.
PIERCE: What does that mean?
GREEN: I won't usurp the United States or any other nation. I suggest
that dialogue with the 456 is taken out of my hands, and conducted by
the civil service.
PIERCE: They're still British.
GREEN: But not elected, with no authority of State. And that's exactly
what we need. Middle men. John Frobisher's already spoken to the 456. I
suggest he continues.
ODUYA: I'd suggest that UNIT steps in.
GREEN: I wish it were so, but the 456 chose Britain. They designated
the location. It's out of my control. What do you want to do, anger
them? Look, John Frobisher's a good man. And better than that, he's
expendable. So, what do you say?
PIERCE: Do we have your absolute guarantee that you won't enter the
GREEN: My absolute guarantee.
PIERCE: Then that's agreed.
(Frobisher is sitting with his team in the lobby
when his phone rings.)
GREEN [OC]: John?
(Frobisher stands up.)
FROBISHER: Prime Minster, sir.
GREEN [OC]: We've consulted with the military. They've demanded that
from now on you become our spokesperson in all negotiations with the
456. Simon can give you a security briefing. Thank you.
(The call ends.)
(Anna is on her phone.)
ANNA: Oh, but I'm the last to know. My own husband, and he won't tell
me what's going on. I've got the girls pointing at the sky, and he
No, there's nothing. I've been flicking through the news channels. They
weren't saying anything. Yeah, yeah, I know.
If I hear anything, I'll let you know. Yeah, okay, bye. Lilly.
Downstairs, please. I want you where I can see you.
(Jack comes out of hiding, takes Anna's phone and leaves.)
LOUISE MINCHIN: The so-called pillar of fire has
brought central London to a halt. All roads leading to the river have
been closed off.
As a result all major thoroughfares have ground to a standstill.
Motorists are being asked to stay out of the city centre except for
(Gwen and Clem are stuck in a traffic jam. Gwen is
on the phone.)
GWEN: Oh, that's so bloody Jack. You should've stopped him. Well, I
don't know. We're gonna be ages. It's gridlock. Bloody London.
Half the people are panicking, trying to get out, the other half are
trying to get in. Look, I'm going to have to go, okay? Bye. Hey, it's
all right, Clem. You're safe. You're with me. You're safe, you're with
me. You're all right, you're safe.
CLEM: I keep remembering more. It's not just them up there. It's the
man. He's come back, after all these years. I can smell him.
GWEN: What man? Who is he?
CLEM: It's the same man. I knew he'd come back for me.
GWEN: All right. Time I got you a nice cup of tea. And a hot dog. Do
you like hot dogs? I bloody love 'em.
(Gwen drives down the pavement, leaving the other motorists staring.)
(Simon briefs Frobisher while Bridget and Lois sit
SIMON: I'm recommending we start at nineteen hundred. That gives us
another two hours. Now, this is Louise, she can advise on
international diplomatic protocols. Same goes for Samuel.
BRIDGET: There's a creature in that room. It's powerful, and it's
toxic, and it's capable of God knows what.
I bet you're glad to be trotting after John Frobisher now.
SIMON: Stuart's the linguistics expert. He can help out if there's a
problem with translation.
(Frobisher's phone rings.)
FROBISHER: Oh, excuse me, I'd better take this. I was gonna phone you.
God, I wish I was home right now.
Look, just tell the girls that there's nothing to worry about.
[Road / Thames House]
JACK: Oh, I'll tell them that, Johnny boy. I'll
tell them that their father tried to have me killed, how about that?
FROBISHER: That's my wife's phone. How did you get my wife's phone?
JACK: This is 1965, isn't it? All of this because of 1965. Frobisher,
tell me, is it them? Have they come back?
JACK: That's why you tried to have me killed. Along with Andrew Staines
and Ellen Hunt and Michael Sanders.
All of us dead so no one could say anything, is that it?
FROBISHER: I had no choice.
JACK: Well, I've got a choice. Do you want to hear my choice? I could
blow this thing sky high. I could tell the world, unless you get me
into Thames House. I demand to talk to the 456 myself. Think about it.
The fact that they've come back proves that they can't be trusted.
You need me.
FROBISHER: Captain, we have your daughter and grandson. Alice and
Steven Carter in our custody.
JACK: You what?
FROBISHER: I promise, nothing will happen to them. I absolutely
promise. So long as you agree to say nothing.
JACK: Yeah? Well, how about I go back into that house right now and get
your wife? And your children?
FROBISHER: Except you won't, because you're a better man than me. I'm
LOUISE MINCHIN [OC]: The world is still waiting for
any news from Thames House. So far, the British Government is
maintaining a policy of absolute silence, and the waiting continues.
(Night has fallen. Clem is enjoying his hot dogs.
Gwen kisses Rhys and brings Clem a mug of tea.)
GWEN: Here you go.
RHYS: Save some for the rest of us, mate.
CLEM: He's your husband?
GWEN: Yes. Yes, yes, my beloved.
CLEM: Nice house, isn't it?
GWEN: We do our best.
RHYS: It's got shower facilities. Just stand under the skylight.
CLEM: I've stayed in worse. And who's the queer?
IANTO: Oi! It's not 1965 any more.
CLEM: He's queer. I can smell it.
SIMON: If the support staff could take the stairs,
the lift is reserved for Mister Frobisher and his personal staff. Fast
as you can. Best of luck, sir.
FROBISHER: Big moment. History.
RHYS: What do you think's in there?
GWEN: God knows. That's why we need Lois.
IANTO: No sign of her. Lenses inactive.
SIMON: Two minutes.
LOIS: Er, I'm just gonna pay a visit.
(Lois checks that the ladies is empty, then puts in the contact
[Warehouse / Ladies room]
IANTO: Online. She's doing it.
GWEN: Oh, good girl.
RHYS: I knew she would.
(Gwen types Thank U.)
LOIS: Oh, God. Don't do too much of that.
COMPUTER: Don't do too much of that.
RHYS: She can't hear you.
GWEN: I know.
COMPUTER: Is that you, Gwen?
(Types Yes its me.)
LOIS: Right then. Good luck.
COMPUTER Good luck.
(Ianto presses a key. A yellow grin smiley face gets sent.)
GWEN: Oh, don't do that, I hate smileys.
RHYS: Took me a while to get used to those things.
IANTO: What? You've used the lenses?
RHYS: Yeah. That's why Gwen had them.
GWEN: I only took them home for a bit of fun.
RHYS: You know. Fun.
IANTO: Yeah, well, been there, done that. It is fun.
GWEN + RHYS: Yeah.
(Lois joins Bridget and Frobisher in the lift.)
IANTO: That's him. That's John Frobisher.
RHYS: Oh, bastard. Fat lot of good that is. Back of his head, how do we
know if he's saying anything?
FROBISHER: I suppose it's an honour, given this
BRIDGET: Then again, the Prime Minister has guaranteed that
diplomatically he can't enter Floor 13, so whatever happens in there,
whatever goes wrong, history will say that it wasn't his fault.
FROBISHER: Do you mean he's using me?
BRIDGET: You don't get to be Prime Minister by accident.
(Dekker leads the entourage into the contact room.)
RHYS: What the hell is that?
GWEN: Some sort of tank. There's something inside the smoke.
(Lois takes her place behind the row of tables and chairs, and takes
out a notepad. She is looking directly at the containment tank, between
Frobisher and Bridge. Gwen types Get closer. She shakes her head.)
GWEN: Clem, come and see this. Oh, come on, don't be scared. It's miles
away. What do you think? Anything you've seen before?
CLEM: Can't smell it from here. Is that what tried to take me?
GWEN: Yeah, I think so.
(Frobisher walks forwards, and nods to the cameraman who is relaying
the images to the Cabinet room.)
GREEN: Seen anything like it before?
FROBISHER: Thank you. If I might bring into session
the first diplomatic congress between the representatives of Planet
Earth, and the representatives of the 456.
I bring you formal greetings from the United States of America, from
the People's Republic of China
IANTO: He's got his back to us.
GWEN: Yeah, I can see that.
(Gwen types Need his moth.)
RHYS: Need his moth?
GWEN: Shut up.
FROBISHER: From the Holy See of Vatican City, from
the Russian Federation and associated
(Gwen corrects her spelling. Need his mouth.)
FROBISHER: Of Australia, from the provinces and territories (gap as we
switch to and from the warehouse) and Japan, and the Hellenic Republic,
from the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Republic of Iraq, from the
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. And it must be stated on the record that any
country not named herein does not indicate their withdrawal from this
(Lois moves to the side of the room, round behind
the cameraman. Bridget watches her go.)
GWEN: Ah, that's it. Come on, good girl.
FROBISHER: Reflects only the time span within which
this summit has been declared.
CLEM: You've got eyes. You've got eyes in the room.
IANTO: The software's not so good in profile.
FROBISHER: And according to the rules of protocol
COMPUTER: And according to the rules of protocol as
GWEN: That's not too bad.
IANTO: It's working.
COMPUTER: By 1968, that which we established by the United Nations
RHYS: You hate smileys.
GWEN: Shut up.
FROBISHER: I must ask you to state whether these
greetings are accepted. (long pause) Do you understand me?
COMPUTER: Do you understand me?
FROBISHER: I repeat, according to the rules of
protocol, as established by the United Nations in the directives of
FROBISHER: Then I thank you on behalf of
COMPUTER: Then I thank you on behalf of the United
RHYS: Did it speak?
GWEN: It hasn't got a mouth. It's got bloody speakers.
CLEM: Tee, hee. It hasn't got a mouth.
COMPUTER: The Russian Federation, the Commonwealth of Australia, the
provinces and territories of Canada, and Japan, and the Hellenic
the Islamic Republic of Iran and the Republic of Iraq
(Lois writes on her notepad.)
RHYS: It's bloody shorthand.
IANTO: No, I can read it. It says yes.
GWEN: This is a nightmare.
FROBISHER: And the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I think
it might be easier if we take those names as read from now on, don't
(A splat of green liquid against the glass and noises inside. Some
tentacles thrash about. One aide runs from the room to be sick.)
PIERCE: What's it doing?
ODUYA: I don't know.
IANTO: What's it doing?
RHYS: What, is that what it said?
IANTO: No, that's Lois saying that.
(Gwen types God knows.)
COMPUTER: Are you all right?
FROBISHER: I'm sorry, but I can't help being
concerned. Is there a problem?
456: I'm sorry, but I can't help being concerned, is there a problem?
FROBISHER: Do you want me to continue?
COMPUTER: Right, then. In the spirit of co-operation
FROBISHER: We have a formal request to make. We ask
you not to use our children for communication
FROBISHER [on monitor]: In case certain parties or
territories might consider that a violation.
FROBISHER: Is that acceptable?
(Another long pause.)
COMPUTER: Thank you.
(Pierce uses the intercom.)
PIERCE: Ask it why it came to Britain.
GREEN: Hardly top of the agenda.
PIERCE: Ask the question.
FROBISHER [on monitor]: And as a gift, and as welcome to this world,
FROBISHER: We've prepared a document summarising
our culture and history.
(Pierce's question is passed on to his representative in the room.)
FROBISHER: This document can be made available to you immediately,
though its format remains undetermined.
Said format remains of your choosing, though this does not constitute a
request for information on, or transfer of specific 456 technology.
(The note is handed to Frobisher.)
FROBISHER: I have been given a request for specific information. It has
been asked why the 456 chose Great Britain as its chosen point of
456: We came here
IANTO: We came here
IANTO: That's all it's said.
456: You have no significance. You are middle men.
(The Americans chuckle.)
IANTO: You have no significance, you are middle
GWEN: That's a lie, because it's been here before. That's why it's here
now. Why's it lying?
IANTO: It's Frobisher. He's got that thing to lie. They're on the same
side. Whatever happened in the past, they're hiding it.
456: We have a request.
FROBISHER: By all means.
456: We want a gift.
FROBISHER: Of course. But what nature of gift
COMPUTER: What nature of gift exactly?
FROBISHER: A gift? Gladly. But what do you want?
456: We want your children. We will take your children.
(More vomit and banging.)
OYUDA: What does it mean, children?
IANTO: We will take your children.
RHYS: What the hell for?
FROBISHER: I'm sorry, I think that there might be a
problem with the translation.
COMPUTER: If I could just ask
CLEM: They want to take them, like they did before. Like the man did.
He's coming back. He's coming back.
GWEN: Not now, Clem. Just wait.
CLEM: He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming.
He's coming. He's coming. He's coming.
He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. He's
FROBISHER: By children, you mean
456: Your descendants. The offspring of the Human race.
FROBISHER: How many?
456: Ten percent. We want ten percent. We want ten percent of the
children of this world.
CLEM: He hasn't changed. He's the same. He's the
same. He's the same. All those years, how can he be the same?
GWEN: What's he talking about, Jack?
JACK: Clement MacDonald. Just another name. It was easier if you didn't
know the names.
GWEN: You were there in 1965?
JACK [memory:] Walk into the light. Go on.
CLEM: He was the man.
GWEN: No, no, this is what he does, you see. He fights them. He fights
aliens. Isn't that right, Jack?
GWEN: Then what were you doing there?
JACK: I gave them the kids. 1965, I gave them twelve children.
GWEN: What for?
JACK: As a gift.