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The story says that it
started with three men--
Ablemarch, Costerdane
and Frines.
They formed an alliance.
Oswald, I--
run as fast as you can.
You've got the most
famous face on the planet.
Where are you gonna hide?
From this moment on
Torchwood is defunct.
You will be removed from
American soil immediately
and God help Great Britain.
Hey, stop.
I said stop.
Jack!
Day 61 of the Great Depression.
The government
has announced
that all medical overflow camps
will now stay open.
Under the new emergency laws,
Category 1 patients
must be taken
for disposal.
Campaigners have called this
institutional ***.
Go now or I will put
a hole in your head.
Can you spare me some
of those Metanec things?
- What?
- Metanec.
Just a couple of boxes.
My wife's suffering something
wicked with the arthritis.
She's scared to go to the
doctors because of the rumors.
They say Huw Jenkins
has gone up in smoke
and all he had
was a bad back.
Help yourself.
Hurry up,
we haven't got long.
Go, get out of here.
- Thank you.
- Go.
( Theme music playing )
( Beeping )
Original Air Date on September 2, 2011
Okay, relax.
She's back.
She's only been
for pizza.
Hey.
Oh, beautiful.
Nice one.
Right.
That's for the Reynolds
and the Llewellyns.
Oh, and Iris Price
called by.
She was looking
for painkillers.
She gets a bloody
headache
and expects to go
to the top of the list.
Tell her she can have them
if she pays double.
That's the same policy
as Phicorp.
Thanks for that.
Thanks a lot.
Here we are.
Careful now.
Make yourself useful,
you big lump.
- So what'd you get?
- Diamorphine.
That'll do the trick.
Come on.
Okay?
This won't last a week
the way he's going through it.
Don't worry.
I'll get some more.
You okay, Dad?
You'll be happy as Larry
in a minute now.
Smiling away.
Poor sod.
He's missing his bed.
It's too risky upstairs.
I know.
But whenever we went away,
the first night back
he always used to say
you can't beat
your own bed.
Well, we can't
be too careful, Mom.
It was only yesterday there was
a raid on Oystermouth Road.
They took two people away
for the ovens.
I used to arrest people
for selling that stuff.
It's practically ***.
Strange days, sweetheart.
Much better.
The infection
is almost gone.
Yeah, the gunshot
didn't kill me.
But I think you will.
I'll go into
the village tomorrow,
see if I can buy a steak,
get you some iron.
As long as they don't
start asking questions again.
That last guy creeped me out.
If he's still there,
I think we should move on.
We're in Scotland.
We can't go
much further north.
Yes we can.
Keep running
for as long as it takes.
I remember when you were
too scared to leave home.
Yeah, a long time ago.
You were the strong one
standing tall.
Look at you now.
And now you're a vampire.
More like a gunsmith.
Closest thing
to a weapon we've got.
Esther, my blood
isn't magic.
It didn't make me immortal.
They can't have cloned it
or copied it.
All the same, Jack,
they took your blood
and they keep trying
to spill your blood.
Someone wants you dead
for a reason.
And I think this stuff
is the only hope we've got.
The answer's got to be
here somewhere.
The Blessing,
page 56 of 12 million.
God, I need Esther.
I've had a job offer
driving for Matty Sheldon.
Oh.
That's good, isn't it?
He's got the contract
for the overflow camps.
I'd be driving Category 1s.
Well, it's not your fault.
We need money.
I won't take them to
the ovens, just the camps.
I know, yeah.
It's funny, isn't it?
When they first opened
the camps we all protested.
Second time we're all too busy
looking after ourselves.
Aye.
All part of the plan--
to wear us down.
Yeah, but what is the plan?
What's it all for, Rhys?
Oh great.
That's just what I needed.
That's ***.
You know, there was
power cuts in the '70s.
Nine months later
there was a baby boom
'cause people took
advantage of the dark.
Oh yeah.
Here, this could be the one
piece of paper that we need.
Come on, focus, people.
Let's go, come on.
Let's go.
Hey, you been here
all night?
Don't you have a home
to go to?
Not anymore.
She left me, remember?
Oh ***.
Yeah, sorry.
'Cause of the hours
which you imposed.
I know.
I forgot.
But look,
if you're gonna be here anyway,
why don't you clean
this place up a little bit?
Empty out some trash bins
or something.
Really?
Sir, I should tell you that
smoking is still illegal inside.
It can't kill you.
Not anymore.
But they still haven't changed
the building's insurance.
Insurance companies went bust
along with half the western world.
Oh, did I tell you?
Gas allowances have been halved.
You are way over limit.
What do you expect me to do,
walk to work?
Hey, don't complain to me.
Recession became depression.
We're all being rationed,
even the C.
I.
A.
Okay.
Well, since you're
too busy housekeeping
you probably won't be
interested in this.
- What is it?
- A lead.
All right, it's 1928.
There's a guy hanging
in the cellar of
the Giordano butcher shop
and they're selling
tickets for $2.
You can watch him get killed
and come back to life again.
So who knows if it's a miracle
or he's Harry Houdini?
Either way, it's news.
So plenty of people wrote about it.
Yeah, but that's where
the records disappear.
I've told you, Ablemarch,
Costerdane and Frines--
they went through the archives.
They scrubbed them clean.
Look at this place, Rex.
We have tried.
According to the census in 1930
the population of Manhattan
was 1,867,000.
That's more people
than live there now.
Allow for an average
of two children per family
across three generations
by 2011
we're looking at a potential
six million descendants.
That's six million suspects.
We have to find and interview
six million people.
So do you see?
That proves my point.
You're looking
too close at the facts.
- What else should we be looking at?
- Fiction.
Look, I'll trade you six million
people for one short story.
Because the London office,
they found a story.
It was published in 1935--
"The Devil Within.
"
Now it's just
Pulp Fiction--
it's all blood and Satan
and that kinda ***--
but it contains five points
of reference identical
to the Harkness case,
which is more than
a coincidence.
Now I believe the author
was in that cellar.
He saw Jack Harkness die,
decided to write about it.
And his name was
Victor Podesta.
Then we follow
the Podesta family.
Oh, sir, this is where
it gets interesting.
You see, the Podestas
owned a grocery store
about 10 blocks
east of the butcher shop
and they had connections
to organized crime.
Now the youngest son John
was stabbed to death
back in '27.
Unsolved, mob related.
But check this out,
now we jump to 1938.
The whole family just disappears.
I mean all of them--
mom, pop, Victor,
daughter Emmeline.
Just all gone.
Look, maybe the
Podestas changed their name.
Who knows? Maybe Emmeline
married into the three families.
We could look for
a marriage license.
And where would
we check that?
The Manhattan Central
Repository?
Damn it, every time.
The most effective thing they
did was burn that place down.
Yeah, and that was 1965.
I mean everywhere we turn
this conspiracy
spans the whole
of the 20th century.
People, come on.
This is me
you're talking to, remember?
You're forgetting about
the younger brother,
the *** of John Podesta,
unsolved.
This is where
we got lucky.
The case was bagged,
tagged and locked away
just sitting on a shelf
collecting dust
for almost 90 years.
We still have
the *** weapon.
With blood on it?
Is that blood?
We have blood.
We have D.
N.
A.
We can trace the family.
All right, everybody.
Let's make a D.
N.
A.
profile
and start looking for matches.
Good job.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Group up, start working.
- Uh hey, Rex.
- Yeah?
I've got Jordan and Carlyle.
They were exceptional with
the O'Grady D.
N.
A.
Remember? And they're fast.
Want me to use them on this?
Sure thing.
Do what you've got to do.
Thank you for coming.
This is not the promotion
I expected,
sitting in a nondescript office
distributing for Harry Bosco.
I thought you needed me.
This is for you.
You've been invited
to Shanghai.
Well, that's impossible.
Don't you watch the news?
First sign of the meltdown,
China closed its borders.
Not to us.
This says
Lucy Statten Meredith.
You'll be traveling
under that name.
In fact, that is
your name from now on.
But the families
want to meet you
in person.
It's one way?
Yes, yes it is.
I'm rather jealous.
They're taking you
to The Blessing.
Thank you.
We won't meet again.
It's them.
They're here.
Remember, just do
what we said.
Take it upstairs
and flush it.
Yes, I'm coming.
If you don't open the door,
we're legally empowered
to knock it down.
- Mrs.
Cooper?
- Mm-hmm.
You must be Gwen Cooper.
- Ralph Finch.
Can we come in?
- Not without a warrant, no.
Not necessary, I'm afraid.
I have reason to suspect
you may be illegally
harboring an unsupported
Category 1 deceased person.
And according to
the Emergency Powers Act,
reasonable suspicion
is all I need.
You keep an eye on the front.
Gentlemen, we're in.
Oh, I'm gonna complain.
I'm gonna take this to the top.
Just wait and see.
I used to be with the police.
Very much in the past tense
as I understand it.
Up you go, boys.
Check the rooms upstairs.
My father is dead.
He's gone.
We never said goodbye.
No funeral.
No chance to mourn him.
For all I know he was just thrown
into a furnace still alive.
I can't even have a bit of peace
in my own bathroom.
You allowed to barge
in like this anyway?
Husband, Rhys Williams.
You never shared his surname,
which says a lot.
But we're still
missing one person.
So where's Mary, Gwen?
What's keeping your mother so busy?
Shopping.
- No lights?
- Uh, no.
Whole house
needs rewiring.
No worries.
We've got torches.
Boys, torches down here.
Lend us your torch, Joe.
All that's down there is rats,
so you make yourself at home.
Shut up.
It's mice, not rats.
I'd recommend
putting down traps.
We'll get rid of the vermin
as fast as we can.
Out.
Your father is still
unregistered.
And I can't leave you alone until
I know what happened to him.
So you take care now.
Seriously,
your whole family,
you'd better take
a great deal of care.
- God, that was close.
- Never mind.
I told you this thing
would work.
I had to pin him down.
It took all my strength.
It's okay.
They've gone.
They've gone.
Bad news.
The D.
N.
A.
trace,
it came out negative.
No leads,
nothing.
There's no bloodline
from John Podesta on file.
- I tried everything.
- ***.
- Son of a ***.
- Sorry.
I'll keep looking, but
Hey, Charlotte.
The Podesta short story,
we have that on digital
format, right?
- Yeah, I think so.
Why?
- Great, can you send it to me?
It's not worth reading.
Like you said, Pulp Fiction.
I know, but just
send it to me.
You have an idea?
No no no.
Just send it, okay?
Sure.
It's the shopping.
Take it through
to the kitchen, will you?
- Hey.
- All right, mate?
Oh, you're early.
Just put it by the fridge.
I'll sort it out in a minute.
It is posh
getting deliveries made.
It's my mother's
latest scheme.
She's starting to cook
for the club,
raising money
charging two quid a cake.
Oh, isn't she pretty?
Are you eating
that food, honey,
or are you wearing it?
Mm, sweet.
So sweet your child.
I realize this might be
something of a surprise
What's going on?
I've been told that you have
certain information that I need.
I apologize
for the subterfuge,
but I do happen to have the most
recognizable face on the planet.
Not anymore.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Look at him, for God's sake!
Look at him!
Look at him!
- It's Oswald Danes in our house.
- Oh my God!
You touch my daughter
again and I will kill you.
Take her out of here,
Mom, now.
Good, thank you.
Because I don't
want her to see her mother--
Stop it!
Stop stop stop.
Stop right there.
Hush now.
Come on.
We don't want you arrested
for ***.
- Thank you, sir.
- They can arrest me for that.
Now you tell me.
Tell me quickly, you ***.
You murdering ***!
Come on.
Tell me before I get
the boys round.
Before I shout your name out loud
in the street and fetch the bloody mob,
tell me what do you want?
Jack Harkness.
The men who smuggled me
into this country,
they brought Harkness in
seven weeks ago
and they brought him
to you.
And then you in turn
found him a haven.
Now I paid good money
for your name, Gwen Cooper.
So I really need
to see Jack.
And you will do
exactly what I ask.
Why should I?
Because I have a name.
I have the name of a man.
I have the name
of the man
who created the miracle.
Look, someone is leaking information.
You know that's got to be true.
Maybe not from here,
but from somewhere
down the chain.
For the past two months, every
move we make we get blocked.
Yeah well,
I wish it were me.
Then you could shoot me
and I could sleep.
Yeah, I'd like that
very much, sir.
So what did you find?
Victor Podesta.
I figured anyone who
writes Pulp Fiction
is gonna want to keep on writing
even if it's under a different name.
So I ran the short story through
the pattern recognition software
identifying key points of
similarity in prose styles.
- Did you find him?
- I found 320.
See, it's more difficult
with that sort of fiction
because everyone writes
the same.
And that's only the ones
in the database.
But out of that
there's around 46
with pronounced similarities
scattered all across the world.
Look at this--
nine in the U.
K.
,
one in Sweden.
We've got Argentina,
Germany, Japan.
And I've got to
check them all out.
Well, I think
you'd better get started.
Yes sir.
But listen,
can we keep this
between you and me?
I mean this has to be mine
and mine alone.
Okay?
The latest
from the White House
is that they're gonna stop
all immigration.
China closed its borders,
now we're gonna do the same.
Every passing day
we are taking one step
closer to a dictatorship.
And we don't even know
who the real dictators are.
Hello?
Can you see my car keys?
I can't find them anywhere.
Uh, how did you
get this number?
Look, whoever you're working for,
it's Jack Harkness they're after.
So you're wasting your time.
He wouldn't turn up here
in a month of Sundays.
So why not just
take the night off?
- Do you think we're stupid?
- Yeah.
Now drink this.
It won't harm you.
You've had it before.
It's true.
I made you drink it.
I need you to have
no memory of seeing me,
so I can leave you with
nowhere to put your hat,
or you can drink it.
Option two is better.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
- Oh my God.
- I know.
Oh!
Sorry.
I thought you were better.
I'm fine.
I am, don't worry.
Thank you for looking after him.
Thank you.
It's so good
to see you.
Oh God, I missed you.
I have so missed you.
He's through there.
Jack.
I was told the correct form
of address is Captain.
You once asked me for help.
So you can remember that,
the rest of you,
the Captain invited me in.
I want to ask
one thing first.
At your trial
you said about that girl,
"She should have run faster.
"
Did you really say that?
Yes I did.
Right.
'Cause let me
tell you, Oswald,
I used to be a policewoman and I
worked with pedophiles and murderers,
and God help me,
I saw men so alone
and damned
and wretched.
But that's not you.
That's nothing like you.
Because for the first time
in my life
I've met a monster.
Is that clear?
I feel very special.
And well said.
- I'm gonna kill him.
- Leave it.
Okay, everyone, all we need
is information.
Tell us what you know.
And what happens to me
after that?
Then we kill you.
Don't forget,
there's no *** anymore.
So I can make you
Category 1 forever, pal.
I haven't agreed to anything.
So you just tell me what you know
or we are calling the police now.
You're keeping a few secrets
yourself, Gwen.
You had me tied up
here all day,
and all those whispers,
all those looks towards
that cellar.
Are you hiding something
down there by any chance?
Excuse me.
You were gonna call the police.
Okay, there may be
deals to be made.
There may not.
But before we can
decide anything,
there needs to be a full and
fair exchange of information.
Mr.
Danes, there's no
going back.
You need to tell us
what you know.
I'll say this:
Phicorp gave me
an assistant,
a woman called
Jillian Kitzinger.
And in my crate over there
I have Miss Kitzinger's laptop.
God's sake, is that it?
We raided her file way back.
Wait a minute.
Wait wait.
As soon as I'd stolen
the laptop,
good little Jilly did
exactly the right things.
She changed the passwords,
opened new accounts,
deleted the old ones.
But I was watching.
And I know
my way around online
better than most.
I know how
to keep myself hidden.
So I shadowed her,
and I've been following
Miss Kitzinger
these past two months.
Here's a funny thing.
Yesterday at 12:00 midday
she disappeared.
Her entire profile
online vanished.
Jilly Kitzinger
ceased to exist.
You said you had
the name of a man.
Soon as I say this
I'll be at your mercy.
- Yes.
- Tell us his name.
I'll have to trust you.
Remember that.
I'm trusting you.
One man's name
keeps reoccurring.
Kitzinger was employed
to send him information.
And his name's Harry Bosco.
Harry Bosco?
His name over
and over again.
Esther, Harry Bosco.
- Sorry.
- Can't you search him?
You think
you're clever, Oswald?
Is that really
all you had?
It's a name.
Harry Bosco isn't a man.
Harry Bosco is a process.
It goes back to Vietnam.
It was the first war
to be televised
and the government
didn't want U.
S.
networks
taking feed directly
from the vietnamese
'cause for the first time
information was beyond
their control.
So they put agents
into every newsroom,
every major TV network,
filtering the output
for the public.
Cleverest of them all
was a man called
Harry Bosco.
What did he do?
He'd alter information.
It was subtle.
He did it by mistranslation.
He couldn't censor
or change,
but he could manipulate
the English translation.
Change one word,
change the entire meaning.
If you say victims
instead of bodies,
you influence
public opinion.
All the channels
Harry Bosco these days.
So that's it?
Dead end? Done?
You finished with him?
Can I have him now?
Could you keep your dog
on his leash?
- Watch it, pal.
- My point still stands.
The name's
still important
because Kitzinger
works in P.
R.
Why would she be handling
this Harry Bosco process?
To be fair,
it's a good question.
Why would the families hire Jilly
to do all this in the first place?
- What's she translating?
- What's she mistranslating?
'Cause the three families
changed their name, now Jilly's
changing words?
Maybe they're connected.
Chicken and chips.
Didn't have any fish.
Too expensive.
World gone mad.
- And I've got the beers.
- Can I have mine?
Oh, sure.
Hey, they've been going
great guns, this lot.
You know, going through someone's
email is like reading their diaries.
So what did we find?
Another problem.
Jilly processed this clip
from a local
news station in Shanghai.
It's got three layers
of language.
It's in the local wu dialect
dubbed into Mandarin
and then she sent it out
How are we supposed to know
what's wrong or right?
What, nobody speaks
Chinese?
Shut it!
What do we do?
I can't go down to
the takeaway and ask Kenny.
Esther?
Yeah, I know.
- What?
- Rex.
It's me.
It's Esther.
Don't tell anyone,
but I need your help.
I'm sorry there's
no one else I can turn to,
but I've got a lead.
All right, people, come on.
I need this room.
Top priority.
Come on,
clear the room.
Let's go, let's go.
- Where are you?
- Can't say, so don't make me.
We're safe.
We're fine.
We're okay.
Well, if that's the plural,
I take it that World War II
didn't die.
It's gonna take
more than that.
I've been trying to kill
the silly sod for years.
Okay, so that's Gwen.
Which means you're in Wales.
So much
for undercover work.
You know, you're idiots.
I didn't even have to trace you.
Except you're not
tracing us anyway, are you?
No, I'm not.
We need help, Rex.
We need the C.
I.
A.
We need translations
specifically.
Oh ***.
Um, okay, I'll try.
- Can't tell them why.
- Oh, I know, believe me.
This place isn't safe.
What's the language?
Mandarin.
We think there's
something in Shanghai.
Morning.
Guess you're my breakfast meeting.
I'm Jilly Kitzinger.
No, you're
Lucy Statten Meredith.
Congratulations,
you failed the test.
Okay, I keep wondering,
why me?
You're a storyteller.
- Thank you.
- Look at you.
The nails, the coat,
the lipstick--
from the moment you walk
through the door, you tell a story.
You might have noticed we're
kind of good at keeping quiet.
So we need you.
We need experts.
So what's your story?
I'm the latest chapter
in an epic.
Once upon a time there were
three wise families.
Then they went out
into the world.
One family took politics,
one family took finance
and one family took media.
But that's all
in the past.
The stories yet to come,
they're the best.
So does that mean there's
a story about to break?
- With the miracle?
- Not for me to say.
You want me to what?
Prepare a statement?
Mount a campaign?
That's kind of small,
don't you think?
Then what?
We need you
to write history.
I can do that.
Good.
Nice recovery.
Your hair
is a work of art.
If you ever
come here at night,
try the mitten crab.
It's a local delicacy.
So what do you
want me to do next?
Stay in your hotel
and wait.
When we're ready you'll be
taken to The Blessing.
I hope you survive.
I'm sorry, what do you
mean by that?
Well, some people die.
The Blessing, it kills them.
Good luck.
You won't see me again.
This is pre-miracle.
He died two days later.
But he went crazy,
burned down a hospital,
got caught in his own fire.
This guy should win
the Darwin award.
- Godsend, you got that, Rex?
- Yeah yeah yeah.
I saw it first.
I knew it.
The English isn't godsend.
The actual phrase is
"It's a blessing my life was saved.
"
- Blessing.
- He said blessing.
It doesn't mean anything.
We'd all say that.
- He survived a fire.
- Hold on, hold on.
Would somebody shut
the husband up, please?
That's the Mandarin.
But the
original wu dialect is different.
Are you ready for this?
He didn't say,
"It's a blessing my life was saved.
"
He said, "The Blessing
saved my life.
"
They mistranslated it
on purpose.
"The Blessing
saved my life.
"
- It's in Shanghai.
- The Blessing's in Shanghai.
- How the hell do we get to Shanghai?
- Oh for God's sake.
- You're not serious.
- They hid the word blessing, Rhys.
It wasn't hidden from the bloody Chinese.
They saw it and there's enough of them.
But it was only transmitted once and
then it was scrubbed off the record.
Yeah, just because he said blessing
doesn't mean it's in Shanghai.
I mean I could say Jesus,
but I'm not in Jerusalem.
Why did they hide that clip?
Now stop it.
Hush, okay?
The trouble is getting into
Shanghai is gonna be impossible.
They've closed the borders,
withdrawn from the u.
N.
I mean the whole of China
is a no-go area.
Yeah, and there's no way
I can get in without posting
it as a full-scale mission.
And that's gonna leak.
By the time we'd get
there they'd be gone.
- You could take a slow boat.
- Shut it!
Wait a minute, who was that?
Who else is there?
Just Rhys.
Never mind.
Esther, is there anything
within mainland China?
Any open ports?
Anything?
No but-- wait.
I knew a man once way back,
worked out of Hunan Province.
Wait wait wait, just listen.
Okay, think about it.
Who burns down a hospital?
I mean who does that?
Why would he do that?
Turns out we've got
another mistranslation.
The Mandarin says
medical facility,
but I looked up
the address.
It was a blood bank.
Blood again.
It's always about blood.
Why is that?
Wait wait.
Okay.
Run a check on that,
but reference it with Kitzinger.
She has a second clip
in Spanish.
There's a second blood bank
in Buenos Aires.
A blood bank
destroyed by fire
five days before the miracle.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I had Argentina.
Right there.
John Forester
died age 76 in La Boca.
I think he was in the cellar
with Jack.
But that man said
miracle in Shanghai, yes?
And why'd they burn down
a blood bank in Buenos Aires?
I mean why burn down
a blood bank at all?
We don't even know
what The Blessing is.
Maybe it's some
sort of ritual.
Maybe it happens in both
cities at once.
Whoa, hang on a minute.
- Rhys, my dad!
- Come on.
Copy that!
- All clear! All clear!
- Hello?
- Hello there, Gwen.
- Hello.
Got company?
Yeah, we're just
visiting from London.
Don't worry.
Anyone who can
leave the house
under their own steam
is of no interest to me.
What's going on?
Been busy down there, Rhys?
No.
Well, you won't mind
if I take a look then.
In the old days
to find a dead body
you'd use a sniffer dog.
But they've gone the way
of the miner's budgie.
Brand new app--
thermal imaging.
Brilliant it is.
- Sorry, hold up there.
- This is my house.
My name is Mary Cooper
and I live here.
For God's sake,
let me in.
This is good.
I'm the most wanted man
on the face of the Earth,
but they want
someone else.
One more word out of you
and I'm handing you over.
But you can't.
Because then they'll
wonder who you are.
We've got him.
Over there, boys.
Behind the wall.
Pull it down.
He's not dead.
He's not dead.
Feel him, he's still warm.
He's-- he's warm.
Feel him.
Not as warm
as he's going to be.
Oh, you ***.
Please don't, okay?
Please don't.
- This man is Category 1.
- Please please.
It is my duty to take him
from this place
and deliver him into safe
keeping until such time
as he can be disposed of
according to the laws of the land.
Please don't.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Goodbye, my love.
- What do you want to do?
- Go to Shanghai.
I don't care
if we have to walk.
I will travel
the whole bloody world
to put this right, Jack.
I need your permission
to go off grid, sir.
Failing permission,
I'm going anyway.
And I need to go now.
Okay.
What if you need backup?
Well, then and only then
will I contact you, sir.
Minimum notice.
Because if we've got a mole,
I can't risk anyone finding this out.
But this could be it, sir.
This could be The Blessing.
- Good luck.
- All right.
I think I can get us in.
Back in the old days,
Torchwood tracked down
a black market trade
in alien artifacts
coming out of China.
Skullion metal and coins,
things like that.
We closed it down
but the route stayed open
- for arms dealing.
- We're gonna trust arms dealers?
- I don't care.
I'll do it.
- Okay okay, wait.
What about Buenos Aires?
I don't know.
Which city is it?
It's both,
you bunch of nuts.
You can't see for looking,
can you?
Here look.
Right, Shanghai
Buenos Aires.
Buenos Aires
Shanghai.
Opposite sides
of the world.
Quite literally, opposite
sides of the Earth, yeah?
Yeah? So whatever's
going on,
there's got to be something
connecting them.
Are you kidding me?
Is that right?
They're antipodes.
They're the
antipodes of each other.
Two massive population
centers balanced on
either side of the planet.
As the old saying goes,
"Count your blessings,
'cause it turns out
there's two of them.
"
- But what does it mean?
- Look at the Phicorp logo.
The letter phi--
a circle with a line through it.
It's been right there in front of us
staring us in the face all this time.
- A line through the world?
- The Blessing.
- The miracle.
- But what is it?
We need to find out.
We can get into Argentina
no problem.
Maybe we need
to get into both, Jack.
- Maybe you should go one way.
- And you the other.
- Buenos Aires.
- Shanghai.
So this is what we're doing?
A mission on both sides
of the world?
Biggest mission yet.
- Suppose it is, yeah.
- And you're taking me with you.
- No way.
- No no no.
I've got better plans
for you, bub.
And that's your problem,
isn't it, Gwen?
You can't let me walk free.
Not a man with my desires.
And you can't
have me arrested.
Not now that I know
all about your little plans.
They can leave you
here with me.
That's just it,
you joyous man.
You've just trapped
your wife completely.
Leave me here with him
and I think he would.
I actually think he would.
Your husband would kill me.
He'd make me Category 1
with his own bare hands.
You would kill me,
wouldn't you?
Is that what you want?
No.
I'm coming with you.
There's no choice.
There's not a choice
in the whole of the world.
Okay?
Hup!
Let's go.
It made it.
The only way to get this stuff
through was in the diplomatic bag.
Oh man.
Don't start with
that hugging ***.
- Shut up.
- Come on.
The only problem is
I had to sign for the case.
Now I'm running
this thing undercover,
but if anyone checks
the embassy notifications,
we're screwed.
You must feel terrible.
No, I'm fine.
No, I mean
you really must.
That's what The Blessing does
to you the closer you get.
You're scared.
Am I right?
Your skin's
a little too tight.
There's something just out
of the corner of your eye
you can't quite see.
Hmm?
Yes.
You never get used to it.
Come this way,
Miss Kitzinger.
It's Miss Meredith.
I don't really care.
The men enjoy
those sorts of games.
But the feeling,
it started as soon as
we dug deep enough.
I think it's The Blessing's
attempt to communicate.
Then it's a living thing?
Oh, we have no idea.
But certainly The Blessing
sends some sort of impact
back at the onlooker.
We have a theory.
We say The Blessing
shows you to yourself.
I've seen people
look upon The Blessing
and end their lives.
There's a brilliant
truth about that
because each and every
time that person
was hiding
something vile.
Isn't that wonderful?
It's exhilarating,
the damage it does.
I wonder what you'll see.
What can you see?
What does The Blessing
tell you about yourself?
That I'm right.
How far down
does it go?
All the way to the other side
of the world.
Hey.
Guess what.
Same old glamour here.
We're in some kind of warehouse.
Yeah well, I'm stuck in
a hovel owned by gun runners
with Oswald Danes
as a roommate.
Not the best day
in my life, I'll tell you.
Still, it's a good
phone line.
Yeah, considering
the distance it is.
Just started looking
for that blessing.
God help us.
We're in two of
the biggest cities on Earth.
Try starting with the family
of that arsonist.
I'm gonna go
to a local library.
You look after
that weapon, okay?
Jack's blood,
it's got to be important.
It's safe.
Got it here.
- Find anything, call me.
- You too.
- Good luck.
- Bye.
Idiot.
You idiot.
You told me that was healed.
You're not better at all, are you?
Let me see.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
I got you.
Okay, I got you.
I got you.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's all right.
Don't be sorry.
I've got you.
Let me take a look.
Oh, honestly.
- Oh God.
- Gwen.
If I had known it was this bad,
Jack, you'd never have come.
It got worse
when we arrived.
- Ah!
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Fine place to die,
in old Shanghai.
You're not dying.
Don't say that.
I'm tired, Gwen.
This mortal life,
it hurts so much.
Well now.
Can't say I've been
to China before
so I'm not well versed
in their customs.
But I've got to say
I never knew about that.
Whoa.
Whoa whoa whoa.
It's your blood.
No wonder it's killing you.
I think--
I think it's showing
us the way.
It's The Blessing.
It's somewhere over there.
And I think whatever it is,
it's calling you, Jack.