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TORCHWOOD
1X11: COMBAT
ORIGINAL AIR DATE IN UK:
12/24/2006
TRANSCRIBED FROM DL
Written by: NOEL CLARKE
Directed by: ANDY GODDARD
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SUMMARY: Someone is capturing weevils and using them for sport. Owen is still
reeling from losing Diane. Gwen confesses her affair to Rhys, then she retcons him to
forgetting about it.
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TORCHWOOD
1X11: COMBAT
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FADE IN:
[INTRODUCTION]
JACK HARKNESS: (v.o.) Torchwood, outside the Government, beyond the police.
Tracking down Alien life on earth and arming the human race against the future. The 21st
century is when everything changes and you've got to be ready.
SEGUE INTO:
PREVIOUSLY ON:
[Scenes from 1X10: Out of Time]
INT. OWEN’S FLAT -- NIGHT
(Diane and Owen are kissing in bed.)
DIANE HOLMES: (v.o.) Diane Holmes.
CUT TO:
(Owen and Diane are in the post-coital cuddle.)
OWEN: How have you done this to me?
EXT. AIRPORT RUNWAY – DAY
(Diane throws Owen a kiss.)
DIANE HOLMES: (v.o.) Love, you're always at its mercy.
(CUT TO: He takes a step back as the plane leaves.)
IMAGE: TORCHWOOD TEAM (STOCK)
FADE OUT:
END OF PREVIOUSLY ON
FADE IN:
EXT. CARDIFF CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) – NIGHT
(From above, the city is quiet. We ZOOM down closer then ZOOM to the MILLENNIUM CENTRE and
down even closer to --
EXT. SIDEWALK – NIGHT
(A weevil! Out running on the sidewalk. Jack is right behind him, chasing him.)
(The weevil comes to a dead end and jumps onto the stack of empty wooden pallets. The
weevil is cornered. Jack blocks its only exit.)
(The weevil growls at him.)
JACK: Hate to break it to you, but you're not my first. (Jack holds up two items,
one in each hand.) Anti-Weevil spray. Handclamps.
(The weevil growls and jumps down to face Jack.)
JACK: Come on, let's make this easy for both of us.
(The weevil attacks Jack. Jack grabs his arms and punches it in the face.)
(The weevil throws Jack up against the wall and over by the pallets. Jack groans from the
large bleeding scratch on his chest.)
JACK: This always happens when I give them the night off.
ABRUPT CUT TO:
INT. SIDEWALK CAFE – NIGHT
(Gwen is having dinner with Rhys. Or rather, Rhys is talking while Gwen stares out in
front of her, her thoughts elsewhere.)
RHYS: It's not even really medium, let alone well done. French places, see. Hey.
Remember that weekend in Paris, the place with the wood paneling - they'd barely even
waved the steak under the grill and you said ... why are you looking at me like that?
GWEN: Sorry, like what?
RHYS: Like you'd rather be somewhere else!
(Gwen glances around at the other patrons.)
RHYS: It's becoming the norm, isn’t it?
I'm chopsing away and I look up and you're just absent.
What's happening to us, Gwen?
GWEN: I know. I'm sorry.
RHYS: Is it something I've done? Or not done?
(Rhys is suddenly distracted by the weevil running outside the street. Jack steps out into
the street after the weevil.)
RHYS: What the hell was that?
(Gwen turns and looks at Jack. Jack turns and sees Gwen. He runs over to her. Gwen smiles
and gets up. Jack runs over to her. His front shirt is bloodied and torn where his
bleeding wound used to be.)
GWEN: Oh, God, what's happened to you?
(Jack looks at Rhys.)
JACK: Rhys, is it? Nice to meet you! (Rhys gets to his feet.) Sorry, it's an
emergency, I'll have her back for dessert. (to Gwen) Come on ...
(Jack starts to lead her away.)
RHYS: Hey, hold on! That's my girlfriend.
GWEN: Rhys, this is Jack.
RHYS: Sit down, Gwen.
GWEN: He's my boss.
RHYS: (shouts) Sit the fuck down!
GWEN: (stares at him) Don't ever speak to me like that.
(Jack starts to go again.)
JACK: Come on, Gwen. Let's go.
RHYS: Hey, she's with me tonight. (to Gwen) One night off. You promised.
(Gwen grabs her bag.)
RHYS: Don't you dare.
(Gwen turns and follows Jack.)
RHYS: (shouts) If you go now, Gwen ... !
(Gwen is running after Jack.)
(Rhys is left standing at the table. He sighs.)
EXT. STREET – NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS
(Jack and Gwen turn the corner. Jack checks his wrist band.)
JACK: Sorry for cutting in, but I've been having a little trouble with this one.
GWEN: Rhys will get over it. He always does.
JACK: You promised you'd keep hold of your life. Don't let it drift.
(Jack’s watch drifts. He starts running.)
JACK: (shouts) Three hundred meters on the right, car park!
INT. PARKING GARAGE – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
(Jack and Gwen are on the third floor of a garage. Jack uses his wristband and checks the
readings for the weevil. Gwen looks around the area.)
(Suddenly, the Weevil crosses the screen and runs. Gwen sees it.)
GWEN: Jack! Over there!
(They run toward the weevil.)
(A white van zooms up the floor and comes to a screeching halt. The weevil runs. The
van’s back door bursts open and three men dressed in black with black ski masks
crosses its path. They have cattle prods.)
VOICE: Get him in, get him in!!
(They herd the weevil into the back of the van just as Jack and Gwen turn the corner.)
VOICE: They're fucking mad!
JACK: (shouts) Hey!
(One of the men stops and looks at Jack and Gwen. The man nods cheekily to them, then
heads for the van.)
(Jack and Gwen break out into the run after the van. The van takes off speeding through
the garage.)
(Jack and Gwen stop and watch as the van leaves with their weevil.)
JACK: (panting) Who the hell were they?!
SMASH CUT TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
FADE IN:
[INT. TORCHWOOD – HUB / JACK’S OFFICE -- NIGHT]
(Jack is back in Torchwood.)
JACK: One - since when did other people know about Weevils? Two - have they done
this before and if so why didn't we know about it? Three - what do they want with them
anyway?
(Ianto and Toshiko are there.)
IANTO: Might not be connected, but we've noticed a surge of unusual injuries being
reported at the A&E unit.
JACK: Chunks taken out of legs and arms, deep wounds to backs and stomachs. So we
have a wave of Weevil attacks to add to our problems. (Jacks sits on the edge of his
desk.) And by the way, that spray we've used on them previously? They're becoming immune
to it.
(Jack picks up the phone to make a call.)
TOSHIKO: They're mutating?
IANTO: Or evolving.
JACK: So any sign of the one we lost earlier?
TOSHIKO: I've run a trace on the van's number plate ... it's fake. Two and a half
thousand vans of that type registered in the Cardiff area. Widen that to a forty mile
radius and the number doubles.
JACK: So, run a trace on the vehicle.
TOSHIKO: Route via traffic cameras?
OWEN’S ANSWERING MACHINE: (from phone) This is Owen's voice mail, leave a
message if you must.
TOSHIKO: Processing now.
(Toshiko leaves.)
INT. TORCHWOOD – CONFERENCE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
(Gwen is on the phone.)
GWEN’S ANSWERING MACHINE: (from phone) Leave a message for Gwen and Rhys, and
we'll call you back ... (Rhys’ voice) ... if we remember ... Oi!
(The machine beeps.)
GWEN: (to phone) Hi, it's me. I've left three messages now. Look, I've got dozens
of excuses, em ...
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. GWEN’S FLAT – NIGHT
(Rhys is in the kitchen listening to Gwen on the phone.)
GWEN: (from phone) ... hundreds. Thousands! But none of them good enough. Things
have got away from me a bit lately. It's this job - it never lets up. Look, I'll see you
later. I'm not sure what time yet. I've got some work to finish off first.
(Rhys reaches for the phone.)
GWEN: Call me.
(She hangs up. Rhys deletes the message.)
ANSWERING MACHINE: Message deleted.
(Gwen closes her phone and closes her eyes.)
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
(Owen is at the bar having a drink. His phone rings. The Barmaid notices.)
BARMAID: Are you going to answer that? (She picks up his phone and checks it.)
Ninth missed call - work. Do you enjoy your job then?
(The man at the back of the room notices Owen and the barmaid.)
OWEN: Look, if you don't mind ... I came out to be alone.
BARMAID: Ah, the old Greta Garbo.
OWEN: Something like that.
(She refills his glass.)
BARMAID: Little bit of advice - next time you feel like this, you should stay in.
OWEN: Trust me, the bigger the crowd, the more alone I feel.
TOMMY (BOYFRIEND): I said - no chatting up the punters.
OWEN: Oh, for God’s sake.
BARMAID: Tommy, I work in a bar. It's my job to speak to them.
(Owen sighs, annoyed more than anything.)
TOMMY (BOYFRIEND): You're never happier than when you're flashing your tits at a
dickhead.
OWEN: (interrupts) Don't talk to her like that.
TOMMY (BOYFRIEND): You what?
OWEN: We were having a conversation. One day, when you grown up, you'll realize
that's what human beings do.
(Tommy grabs Owen and swings him off his stool.)
BARMAID: Tommy, stop. You'll get me the sack!
(Owen turns around, grabs Tommy and shoves his face down on the bar counter.)
OWEN: See? It's about using your opponent's aggression to your own ends. Now, I'd
suggest you don't pick fights with strangers. (to the barmaid) And you should really
upgrade your boyfriend. (sighs) What does a man have to do to get some peace in this city?
(Owen turns and tosses Tommy away from him. Owen straightens his jacket and finishes his
drink. His phone starts ringing again. He picks up his phone and turns it off.)
(Owen turns and leaves.)
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS – NIGHT
(Gwen appears near Toshiko’s workstation.)
GWEN: Owen's still not answering his phone.
TOSHIKO: He's been even more erratic than usual since that thing with Diane.
GWEN: Since the what?
(Toshiko quickly gets up and walks away.)
TOSHIKO: It's none of my business.
(Gwen follows her.)
GWEN: What thing? What thing, Tosh?
TOSHIKO: Owen and Diane. Before she took the plane, they had a ... thing. You knew
that, right?
GWEN: Oh, yeah, of course I knew that. I just didn't know they had a thing ...
thing.
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – THE VAULT – NIGHT
(Ianto stands outside the weevil cell. Jack drops down from the roof and joins him.)
IANTO: It started ten minutes ago.
(The weevil in the cell crouches low and howls.)
IANTO: What do you think it's doing?
(Jack listens to the weevil howl.)
JACK: I think it's weeping.
IANTO: Why?
JACK: Owen's been studying this one. He thinks they have a low level of telepathic
ability to share emotion across distance.
IANTO: You mean it might be feeling the pain of another Weevil?
JACK: I kinda hope we're wrong, though.
IANTO: Why?
JACK: Because that would mean somebody's not only kidnapping Weevils, they're
causing them pain.
(Jack steps closer to the cage door. The weevil inside stands up and howls loudly.)
JACK: (whispers) What can you feel?
(The weevil howls again. He turns around and sits back down in a corner.)
JACK: What do you know?
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS – NIGHT
(Toshiko works at the computers as Jack and Gwen watch.)
TOSHIKO: I've tracked the van's route. It went straight from the car park out to
the docks.
(The pop-up message box reads:
CCTV LOCATION
UNIT Q19
CARDIFF BAY
CARDIFF, WALES )
(Footage of the white van appears on the monitor.)
TOSHIKO: This was two hours ago.
(As they watch, the video statics out.)
JACK: What happened?
TOSHIKO: The CCTV cameras went down.
GWEN: Do you think it was deliberate?
TOSHIKO: I think these guys really don't like to be watched.
JACK: See, and I know it's a character flaw ... that makes me all the more
determined to find out what it is they're hiding.
CUT TO:
EXT. CARDIFF BAY – DOCKS – DAY
(Jack drives the Torchwood SUV up the wharf and parks.)
OTHER POV: Someone watches Jack and Toshiko get out of the car.
(Jack and Toshiko carry flashlights and head back a ways toward the warehouse.)
TOSHIKO: Looks like we missed them.
JACK: Yeah, but if you quit places in a hurry, you tend to be forgetful.
INT. WAREHOUSE – CONTINUOUS
(Jack and Toshiko search the warehouse.)
JACK: You know what they used these warehouses for during World War Two? Storing
the bodies of dead GIs.
(Jack stops and stares out in front of him. Toshiko pauses and watches Jack.)
JACK: Sometimes, you can know too much history.
(The door slams shut. Jack and Toshiko take out their guns.)
JACK: Come on.
(They continue to make their way through the warehouse.)
TOSHIKO: There's nothing here.
JACK: So what were they doing here? Why come all this way out?
(Jack nods in front of him. He and Toshiko head for the doorway.)
TOSHIKO: What is it?
JACK: Looks human.
TOSHIKO: Male. Is he alive?
JACK: (loudly) Hello? You okay there? (they continue toward the doorway) We're
looking for the people who were here last night! If you saw anything, now's a good time to
speak up.
TOSHIKO: Jack, he's bleeding!
(They run to check on the man on the ground in a pool of blood. Jack turns him over.)
TOSHIKO: Oh, my God!
JACK: Weevil marks.
(Toshiko looks around.)
TOSHIKO: You don't think it's still here?
JACK: No. We'd hear it. Now help me with the body.
(Jack puts his gun down to pick up the man when suddenly, an unusual ring tone sounds.)
TOSHIKO: Is that his?
(Jack gives her a look.)
JACK: You don't think I'd choose that ring tone?
(Jack checks the body’s pockets and finds a cell phone.)
TOSHIKO: Don't answer it.
(Jack answers the phone.)
JACK: (to phone) Hello?
DISTORTED VOICE: (from phone) I don't know who you are. Stay out of what
doesn't concern you.
JACK: (to phone) Who killed this man?
DISTORTED VOICE: (from phone) Did you hear what I just said?
JACK: I have this selective deafness when I'm talking to cowards or murderers.
(Jack stands up and walks around as he talks on the phone.)
DISTORTED VOICE: (from phone) Don't interfere in things you don't
understand.
JACK: Oh, I understand this better than you. Cos I know how this is going to end -
we're going to hunt you down. We're going to ensure that you're punished for what happened
here. And we're going to make you surrender that creature that you kidnapped. Is that
clear enough?
(The phone disconnects.)
(Jack immediately makes a call on the phone.)
JACK: (to phone) Ianto? I need you to trace all calls to and from this number in
the last 24 hours. Fast as you can. We're on our way back.
CUT TO:
EXT. – DAY
(Owen is outside when his phone rings. He answers it.)
OWEN: (from phone) This is Owen's voicemail. Don't leave a message.
JACK: (to phone) Nice try, Owen. I want you back at the Hub immediately. We've got
a Weevil murder, so get your boney little ass over here now.
(Owen sighs and hangs up.)
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – AUTOPSY AREA – DAY
(Gwen reads the man’s identification. Owen is starting the autopsy as Jack and
Toshiko watch.)
GWEN: Dan Hodges, date of birth, 21st of January 1979. Salesman for web publishing
software. (She shows them the photo of wife and child in the wallet.) Looks like he was
married with a kid.
(Owen holds up the hand to show his wedding ring.)
OWEN: Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Right, definitely death by Weevil, but he took a
right kicking before the throat was punctured. Weevils go for the kill, straight for the
jugular. Look at his face - black eye, bruises to the cheekbones. Same across the back and
the ribs.
TOSHIKO: Could he have been tortured?
OWEN: Maybe. But I reckon these wounds were inflicted by humans. But why smack
somebody about and then set the Weevil on them? Why not get the Weevil do all the work for
you?
(Ianto joins them.)
JACK: Any joy with the phone records?
IANTO: The last incoming number was blocked. The phone's call history has been
erased.
TOSHIKO: God, they move fast.
JACK: You ask me, these guys are using Weevils to carry out the perfect murder. No
fingerprints, no traces of recognizable DNA, ... a quick, guaranteed death. Nothing to
connect anyone to the murder.
OWEN: Right. Should be a piece of piss to find the killer, then.
GWEN: What about this guy? Someone's got to break it to his wife that he's dead.
(They all look at Gwen.)
CUT TO:
EXT. HODGES RESIDENCE – DAY
(Gwen heads back to the car where Owen is waiting. She gets inside and sighs.)
GWEN: The shittiest part about being a police officer and I can't get away from it.
(Owen doesn’t say anything.)
GWEN: Thanks for your kind words of support.
OWEN: What do you want me to say? She'll be all right in the end?
GWEN: You can always count on Owen to make you feel better.
(Gwen starts the car.)
GWEN: Tosh mentioned you and Diane ... Did you ...
OWEN: I didn't want her to go. She went.
GWEN: Why are we still doing this, me and you?
OWEN: Fine. Let's not. I was getting bored of your fuck-tricks, anyway.
(Owen gets out of the car and slams the door.)
GWEN: You can be such a wanker sometimes, Owen, do you know that?
OWEN: I do, as a matter of fact!
(Gwen drives away leaving Owen out on the curb.)
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – THE HUB – DAY
(The cog door rolls open and Owen walks in. Toshiko and Jack wait while Gwen sits on the
couch leafing through a magazine.)
JACK: Where the hell have you been?
OWEN: Walking.
JACK: Well, in your absence, Toshiko's had a great idea.
OWEN: Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
(Owen takes his jacket off and sits at his workstation.)
GWEN: Ignore him, Tosh.
OWEN: Yeah, just ignore me, Tosh. I can be such a wanker. Apparently.
TOSHIKO: The van went with the Weevil straight to the warehouse. They must've known
it was empty. Either they own it or had previous contact with the estate agents.
JACK: Owen Harper, you're going into property. Toshiko's in the middle of fixing
you a cover story.
OWEN: Hang on, why me?
TOSHIKO: Jack and Gwen were in the car park, I was in the warehouse. If they've got
access to CCTV, they'll recognize us.
JACK: We have to get under their guard, find out what's going on.
OWEN: Yeah, all right. I could do with being someone else right now.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICES – DAY
(Owen walks in with his briefcase and wearing a suit.)
MARCH LYNCH: (o.s.) Mr. Harper?
(He turns.)
OWEN: Yeah.
MARK LYNCH: Mark Lynch. (They shake hands.) You're looking to relocate your
business to Cardiff?
OWEN: Yeah.
MARK LYNCH: And you export jellied eels. Really?
OWEN: Huge growth market. China, South America, I'm having a nightmare trying to
keep up with demand. I'll er ... get you a batch if you find me the right gaff.
(Owen looks out the office window.)
MARK LYNCH: I think I'll pass on that. Any family to relocate?
OWEN: Just me. It's better that way.
MARK LYNCH: And you're looking for premises out by the docks?
OWEN: Mmm, nice big warehouse, that's what I need.
MARK LYNCH: I've got a couple that should be perfect. Hang on while I print.
OWEN: Thanks.
(Mark Lynch heads over to the workstation on the other side of the room. Owen casually
takes out a device. Lynch glances over his shoulder at Owen, but doesn’t see Owen
grab a paper to cover what he’s going to do next.)
(Owen casually holds the device against the back of the open laptop on the counter. He
secures it firmly in place and the lights on the device start to flicker.)
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS – DAY
(Toshiko sees the monitors start to react and gets to work.)
TOSHIKO: We're in! This'll give us everything on his hard drive, including
encrypted files.
(Jack walks over to her.)
TOSHIKO: If I can establish a routing protocol, whatever he does on this computer
from now on, we'll know about it.
(In the office, Owen keeps his hand casually on the laptop monitor. He watches as Lynch
goes over to his secretary for a moment, then over to the printer to pick up some papers.)
(Owen continues to hold the device in place.)
(The front page of LYNCH’S database appears on Toshiko’s monitors.)
TOSHIKO: (from radio) Owen, you're clear.
(Owen detaches the device and smoothly hides it in the paper he’s carrying just as
Mark Lynch turns and holds out the printed papers for him.)
MARK LYNCH: These have got the square footage you're looking for, good access,
competitively priced ...
(Owen quickly flips through the printed papers.)
OWEN: Except ... these all look like shitholes to me.
(He slams the papers on the table and glares at Lynch. Lynch smiles.)
MARK LYNCH: Yeah. They are a bit.
OWEN: Didn't I see your sign outside a big place in the Q section of the docks?
MARK LYNCH: We've accepted an offer on it. Pretty much signed and sealed.
TOSHIKO: He's lying. According to their records, it only went on the market last
week.
OWEN: Bummer.
MARK LYNCH: What about a unit on an industrial estate?
(Owen goes over and picks up his briefcase.)
MARK LYNCH: Save a ton on rent, even after transport costs.
OWEN: And you just happen to have a list of suitable premises? Nah.
MARK LYNCH: There are other possibilities. You free at the end of the day?
OWEN: Yeah.
MARK LYNCH: Go for a drink? On your own in a strange city. I remember that feeling.
OWEN: And look at you now. Couple of gorgeous birds answering your phones for you.
If that's not success, I dunno what is!
MARK LYNCH: It's all bollocks, really. But, if you wanted me to put in a good word
...
OWEN: No. Thanks. Good to meet you, Mark.
(Owen shakes his hand.)
MARK LYNCH: Yeah. I'll give you a bell.
(Owen heads for the door. Lynch turns and watches him go.)
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
(Lynch is at SEARCH-WISE doing a web search on OWEN HARPER. He goes to
http://www.harpersjelliedeels.co.uk
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS
(Toshiko watches Lynch’s computer movements.)
TOSHIKO: First, he'll go for the weblink at the top of the page ...
(Lynch goes to the HARPER’S JELLIED EELS website.)
TOSHIKO: Then he'll want to know what other people say about the business.
(Lynch clicks on REVIEWS.)
TOSHIKO: Now he'll see what Owen has to say about himself.
(Lynch clicks on ABOUT US. He starts the video. The caption under the video reads:
Harper’s jellied Eels was established in 1993 and has the primary supplier of
Jellied Eels in the UK. It’s products are exported all over the world, with
franchises in 17 countries. Based in East London, the company has 60 full time staff.)
VIDEO: (from computer) Welcome to the number one supplier of jellied eels to
Britain and Northern Europe. With a client base of more than 150 resellers, we're
constantly looking to expand into new territories. If you're interested in becoming an
affiliate or Harper's franchise holder, please contact our Sales Director on the number
below.
(The call number is 08081 570987.)
(Lynch picks up the phone and makes a call.)
(Toshiko smiles as the phone rings. She’s so good. She answers it.)
TOSHIKO: Harper's sales. Jenny Long speaking.
MARK LYNCH: (to phone) I'm sorry, wrong number.
(Toshiko looks at Gwen.)
TOSHIKO: Job done.
(Ianto walks up to Jack.)
IANTO: I've found another set of suspicious injuries at the hospital. They sound
pretty bad.
(Jack heads for the door.)
JACK: Tosh, stay here and monitor Mark Lynch's movements. Ianto with me.
(Gwen gets up, her bag over her shoulder.)
GWEN: I'll come with you.
JACK: Go home.
(Gwen stops and stares at him.)
GWEN: But ...
JACK: It's not a request. Remember - don't let it drift.
(Jack turns and leaves. Ianto walks past Gwen to follow Jack.)
CUT TO:
EXT. CARDIFF CITY (STOCK) – DAY
INT. GWEN’S FLAT -- DAY
(Gwen appears in the doorway. Rhys is getting ready to go out.)
RHYS: What you doing? You here now, are you?
GWEN: That's your pulling top.
RHYS: No, it's not.
GWEN: It is! That's what you call it, since I said you looked sexy in it. You off
out?
RHYS: Aye, Daf's stag do. All day job.
GWEN: Since when is Daf getting married?
RHYS: Well, he's not. But he thinks he's missing out on a piss-up. He's having a
Staying Single Stag. Few beers, see what transpires.
(Gwen smiles. Rhys puts his jacket on and turns around to look at Gwen.)
RHYS: Strip club, that sort of thing.
(He walks past her on his way to the door.)
GWEN: What time will you be back?
RHYS: Not sure.
GWEN: But ... I'm in tonight.
RHYS: Well, I'm not.
(The door slams shut behind him.)
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – ROOM -- NIGHT
(Ianto smiles as he pulls the curtain closed. Jack pops a grape in his mouth and sits down
next to the bed as he reads through the file folder.)
HOSPITAL PATIENT: I've already made my statement to the police.
JACK: According to your chart, you nearly had your heart torn from your ribcage.
IANTO: Ooo.
(Jack nods.)
JACK: Ten-hour operation to repair chest wounds.
HOSPITAL PATIENT: Why should I talk to you?
JACK: Let me tell you what did this to you. Six feet high, teeth like a shark,
rippled skin and the rage of a wild animal. (Jack looks at him.) Am I close?
HOSPITAL PATIENT: I was mugged. There was three of them, they had knives.
IANTO: So why were your wounds described by paramedics as bite marks?
(Ianto pops a grape in his mouth.)
HOSPITAL PATIENT: Look, I can't help it if they got mixed up. They're overworked.
JACK: There are lots of ways I can get you to talk, but the easiest would be if you
consider the consequences should you not tell me the truth. And that is, this creature
will attack again. Somebody will die. And it will be on your conscience.
(Jack smiles at the patient.)
JACK: Now tell us the truth.
HOSPITAL PATIENT: (softly) I can't. They'd kill me.
JACK: Who'd kill you?
HOSPITAL PATIENT: Everyone.
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – THE VAULT – NIGHT
(The door opens. Jack, Toshiko and Ianto hurry into the cells.)
TOSHIKO: What did he mean, "everyone"?
IANTO: That was all he'd say. Couldn't get any more out of him.
(Jack peers into the weevil cell through the small window in the door.)
JACK: That leaves us one option. (to the weevil) Okay, Janet. Time for a trip out.
TOSHIKO: You call it Janet?
JACK: Barbara just never seemed right.
(Jack opens the door.)
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET -- NIGHT
(The Torchwood SUV zooms down the street.)
TOSHIKO: (v.o.) You want to release a Weevil in the middle of Cardiff?!
INT. TORCHWOOD SUV (MOVING) -- CONTINUOUS
(Jack is driving. Toshiko sits in the back seat. She can’t believe what they’re
about to do. The weevil is in the back of the SUV.)
JACK: Not exactly in the middle. A little to the side. We placed a tracker in its
boiler suit, so when they capture it, we'll know where they are.
(The vehicle turns the corner.)
TOSHIKO: It could kill any number of people before then!
IANTO: I'm with Tosh. There’s no telling what will happen.
JACK: We set it loose in the same place where they took the other one.
(The vehicle screeches as it makes the turn.)
JACK: It's deserted this time of night. We'll be with it every step of the way.
(Jack stops the SUV. He opens the back door and the weevil runs out.)
JACK: Tracker working?
TOSHIKO: Yeah.
(The weevil heads down the ramp.)
JACK: Go Janet!
(Jack closes the back door and starts the car. He drives down the ramp as they track the
weevil.)
EXT. STREET – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
(The weevil is running out on the street. The Torchwood SUV turns the corner behind it and
follows it down the road.)
INT. TORCHWOOD SUV (MOVING) -- CONTINUOUS
TOSHIKO: Second right. Two hundred meters ahead.
EXT. STREET – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
(The weevil ducks in through a doorway.)
(The SUV turns the corner and continues down the street.)
INT. TORCHWOOD SUV (MOVING) -- CONTINUOUS
(Toshiko sees they’ve past it.)
TOSHIKO: Shit! Stop the car!
(The car stops. Toshiko checks her hand-held monitor.)
TOSHIKO: She's taken a left. Pedestrian access only!
JACK: Ahh!
(Jack backs up the car. He stops in front of the walkway where the weevil is. Jack gets
out of the car.)
JACK: Ianto, take over!
(Ianto slides behind the wheel.)
(jack and Toshiko start down the alleyway, following the weevil’s path. Ianto drives
the SUV away.)
CUT TO:
INT. BAR – NIGHT
(Mark Lynch carries two drinks from the bar. He gives Owen one.)
OWEN: Now that's what I call service.
(Lynch sits down.)
OWEN: Cheers.
MARK LYNCH: Yeah. Cheers.
(They clink glasses. In the background, Tommy enters the bar along with two friends. Owen
glances up and sees him.)
OWEN: Shit.
(Lynch glances over his shoulder as Tommy and his friends walk over to Owen. Owen puts his
drink down.)
MARK LYNCH: We got a problem here, boys?
(Lynch smiles at them.)
TOMMY: Not with you.
(Lynch puts his drink down.)
OWEN: Come on then.
(Owen gets to his feet.)
OWEN: Let's get it over with.
(Tommy punches Owen in the face. Lynch stands up.)
TOMMY: No need for you to get involved, sweetheart.
(Lynch punches one of the friends. Owen turns around and punches Tommy. A fight ensues.)
(Owen punches Tommy again and again and again. Lynch knocks out one of the friends.)
MARK LYNCH: Get up!
(Tommy falls against the bar. Owen continues to kick him. The second friend takes a swing
at Lynch. Lynch dodges it and knocks him out. He pauses and watches Owen continue to kick
Tommy who is down.)
(Owen stops.)
OWEN: (panting) Thanks.
(He touches the cut on his lip. Lynch puts his hands in his pockets as he watches Owen.)
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
(Toshiko and Jack run after the weevil. The white van appears and stops in front of the
weevil, cutting off its path. The two men in black use prods to try to get the weevil into
the back of the van. Jack stops when he sees the white van.)
(He stops Toshiko.)
JACK: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Jack and Toshiko stay back by the fence while the men in black kick and force the weevil
into the white van. The van door closes.)
JACK: The Weevil has landed.
(The white van drives away.)
JACK: Got a signal?
TOSHIKO: Yeah. Just so I know where we stand? We would never deliberately put a
human being through that. But Weevils are fair game. Is that right?
JACK: We need to follow them.
(Jack turns and heads for the Torchwood SUV which stops to pick them up.)
(Toshiko doesn’t appear happy.)
CUT TO:
INT. LYNCH’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
(Mark Lynch and Owen enter the apartment. It’s large and impressive.)
OWEN: This is your gaff?
MARK LYNCH: Make yourself at home.
(Lynch takes his jacket off while Owen looks around the place.)
OWEN: I'm in the wrong business.
(Owen throws a few punches at the large punching bag in the corner. Lynch takes his shirt
off and tosses it aside. Owen turns around and sees the large claw marks on Lynch’s
back.)
MARK LYNCH: So, what's your outlet?
OWEN: Er, for what?
(Lynch puts on another shirt.)
MARK LYNCH: The anger.
OWEN: Who said I was angry?
MARK LYNCH: (chuckles) You're not even living here yet and you've got people coming
after you!
OWEN: Yeah, well. Some people need teaching a lesson.
MARK LYNCH: I'm not criticizing. You're not the only pissed off bloke out there.
It's what the world does to us. Fancy a beer?
OWEN: Yeah, why not.
MARK LYNCH: You work yourself stupid. Get a house, a car, plasma screen ...
(He hands Owen a beer and opens his own.)
MARK LYNCH: You end up with a workforce, people there specifically to look after
your every whim.
(He hands Owen the bottle opener.)
MARK LYNCH: You're officially successful. And what does it bring?
(Owen puts the bottle opener down on the table.)
MARK LYNCH: Nothing. Success has no worth other than itself.
OWEN: Seriously.
MARK LYNCH: I could live without all this. It doesn't define me.
OWEN: Yeah, nice to have it, though, yeah?
MARK LYNCH: Ask yourself, what's the point of your life?
(Lynch sits down.)
OWEN: Mark, mate, ... I only came here for a beer.
(Owen sits down.)
MARK LYNCH: There's so much more. If you know where to look.
OWEN: Is that right?
(Lynch leans forward.)
MARK LYNCH: It's closer than you think.
(Owen leans forward.)
MARK LYNCH: Something's coming. Out there in the darkness, something is coming.
CUT TO:
INT. GWEN’S FLAT -- NIGHT
(Gwen pours two glasses of drink. The front door closes and Rhys walks in.)
GWEN: You drunk?
(Gwen carries both glasses and sits down on the couch.)
RHYS: Two pints was all I could get down. They've gone on without me.
(Rhys sits down next to her. Gwen picks up her glass and drinks. Rhys picks up the other
glass and drinks as well. Gwen notes that he drinks. She puts her glass down.)
RHYS: Look, Gwen ...
GWEN: (interrupts) I need to tell you something.
RHYS: What sort of thing?
GWEN: I've been sleeping ... I've been having sex with someone else. From work. His
name's Owen. I mean, he’s a bit of a tosser and it's all gonna stop but ...
RHYS: Shut up.
GWEN: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
RHYS: You wouldn't do that!
GWEN: But I have.
RHYS: The-- then why are you telling me?
(She surges to her feet.)
GWEN: Because I'm ashamed. And I'm angry.
(Rhys gets to his feet and puts a hand on the couch to steady himself.)
GWEN: And I want ... I need you ... I need you to forgive me. And because I've
drugged you.
RHYS: You've done what?!
GWEN: Just sit down. It's nothing, it's just an amnesia pill. Dash of sedative.
You'll wake up tomorrow, and you'll forget everything.
(Barely able to stand, Rhys sits back down on the couch.)
GWEN: Rhys?
RHYS: God, you selfish bitch!
GWEN: I know, I just thought it would give us a chance, a chance to get everything
out in the open, you know? Get everything out.
(Gwen sits down next to Rhys. Rhys’ eyes are closed. He’s passing out.)
(She holds his face in her hands.)
GWEN: Rhys! Stay with me, Rhys! (begs) Say you forgive me, say, "It's all
right, Gwen. Gwen, it's all right." Say it, please, Rhys. Rhys, just say it once, say
it once, "I forgive you." (shouts) Rhys, please say it! Say you forgive me! Say
you forgive me, say it. (whispers) Say it, please, say it. Say it, please.
(Rhys is sleeping.)
(Gwen lets him go and scrambles to the edge of the sofa. Unable to get his forgiveness,
she stares at him as he sleeps.)
CUT TO:
INT. LYNCH’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
(Owen runs up the spiral stairs. With an eye on the floor down below, he opens the first
closed door. He peers inside and closes it softly. He goes to the second door and checks
it.)
MARK LYNCH: (o.s.) You found the bathroom yet?
OWEN: (loudly) Yeah! (softly) Cheers.
(Owen finds the third door padlocked.)
(He checks downstairs and sees Lynch buttoning up his cuffs. Owen uses a lock pick.)
INT. LYNCH’S APARTMENT – SECOND FLOOR ROOM – CONTINUOUS
(Owen enters the dark room that is used mostly for storage. He takes his gun out as he
enters the room. He flicks the lights on --
-- the weevil growls at him. Owen backs away. The weevil’s arms are chained above it
to the ceiling.)
MARK LYNCH: Told you there was more to see.
(Lynch is standing in the doorway. Owen tucks his gun away.)
OWEN: Mark, mate, I'm really sorry. I couldn't resist a padlock ...
MARK LYNCH: What do you think?
OWEN: What is it?
(The weevil is bleeding from cuts on its face.)
MARK LYNCH: No idea. Don't get too close, though. (Lynch picks up the prod and
moves in closer to the weevil.) Vicious bastard.
OWEN: Where did you get it from?
MARK LYNCH: I found one on the streets. It took five of us to bring it in. Other
than that, haven't got a clue.
(Lynch looks at the weevil face-to-face.)
MARK LYNCH: Scientific experiment gone wrong? Nuclear victim? One of the lads even
reckons it's an alien.
(Lynch laughs at the absurdity.)
MARK LYNCH: Want to know what I think?
OWEN: Yeah, go on.
MARK LYNCH: I think it's us, Owen. You and me. In a thousand years' time. This is
what we become, when all we have left is our rage.
OWEN: Not exactly a comforting thought.
MARK LYNCH: Give it a smack.
OWEN: You what?
MARK LYNCH: Punch it.
OWEN: Why?
MARK LYNCH: That's what it's there for. Or do you want me to do it for you?
OWEN: It just feels a bit weird, that's all.
(Lynch walks up to the weevil and punches it like a punching bag. Lynch laughs. He punches
it more. Owen is getting angry just watching him. Lynch laughs.)
OWEN: (shouts) All right, that's enough!
(Lynch stops and glares at Owen.)
OWEN: It's not exactly putting up a fight.
MARK LYNCH: We all need a punchbag. (Owen stares at Lynch.) So, who are you, Owen?
OWEN: Sorry?
MARK LYNCH: It'd be pretty stupid not to assume that you're not connected to those
two in the black SUV.
OWEN: I don’t know what you mean.
MARK LYNCH: Bloke in the big coat, cute little Asian girl? I was watching. Nice
website by the way, kudos to whoever did that, although jellied eels ... that wasn't your
greatest idea.
(Owen smiles.)
OWEN: I wasn't that bad!
MARK LYNCH: Pretty much, you were. Whoever you are, you've royally fucked up my
plans. Didn't want all this to get out.
OWEN: What about Dan Hodges, what about his wife and kid?
MARK LYNCH: (shrugs) I'm not responsible for people's life choices. Now why did you
lot take the body? Why didn't you go to the cops?
OWEN: Because, Mark, they are parochial pigshits whose minds would implode if they
saw this.
MARK LYNCH: Who are you, Owen Harper?
(Owen opens his jacket and shows him his gun.)
MARK LYNCH: Is that who you are? A little kid hiding behind a gun. If you want to
know what happens, you won't find out because of a weapon.
(Owen removes his gun and puts it aside.)
MARK LYNCH: Good boy, we're finally getting somewhere.
(Lynch puts his hand on Owen’s shoulder.)
MARK LYNCH: Now you're just you. Stripping things back to the core, Owen. Now,
we're just two blokes. Equal.
OWEN: Why did you murder Dan Hodges?
MARK LYNCH: I didn't.
OWEN: (rolls his eyes) All right, not technically. Did you do it here? I mean, you
let that thing loose on him. The perfect murder. Nothing to link you back to the crime.
MARK LYNCH: God, you haven't got a clue, have you? Dan wasn't murdered. He was one
of us.
OWEN: Tell me what happened.
(Lynch glances at his watch.)
MARK LYNCH: I can do better than that. Come on!
(Lynch heads for the door. Owen looks at the weevil before following him out.)
(The weevil growls softly.)
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS – NIGHT
(Gwen enters carrying two pizza boxes.)
GWEN: Hello?
(She pauses and listens for a response. No one is there.)
GWEN: Anyone?
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
(The Torchwood SUV turns the corner and screeches to a stop. Everyone gets out. Toshiko
checks her palm.)
JACK: So where is it, Tosh?
(She stops, checks the direction and heads around the side of the building. Jack and Ianto
follow her.)
(She finds the monitor and piece of weevil clothing stuck on the wire fence.)
IANTO: So what have we got now?
JACK: Nothing. We have no clue where they are or what they're doing.
(Jack heads back to the SUV. Ianto and Toshiko follow.)
CUT TO:
INT. LYNCH’S CAR (PARKED) -- NIGHT
(Lynch and Owen sit in the parked car watching the white van parked a distance in front of
them.)
OWEN: So, what am I supposed to be looking at?
MARK LYNCH: Wait and see.
(Suddenly, one-by-one and in groups, people start appearing. They head for the red
building door. The door opens, letting them all in.)
OWEN: All this lot with you? What's going on?
MARK LYNCH: You'll find out.
OWEN: I've never been that keen on surprises.
(Owen and Lynch get out of their car and head for the building.)
CUT TO:
INT. TORCHWOOD – WORKSTATIONS – NIGHT
(Gwen sits down on the couch, puts the pizzas down on the table and puts her bag aside.
She takes her phone out of her bag and fiddles with it before putting that down also.)
(She settles back and opens the box to have some pizza. She cries as she takes a bite. She
tries to calm herself, but it’s not working. She puts the pizza box aside and cries.)
(She hears a phone and checks hers. It’s not hers. She turns and looks down at Dan
Hodges’ body under the sheet in the autopsy area. It’s his phone.)
(Gwen puts her phone down and checks Dan Hodges’ phone.)
1 TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED
CF10 6BY
(Gwen looks at the body.)
(She rushes over to Owen’s workstation and checks the code. She pushes aside plates
of food to get to the keyboard. Various monitors appear on the building at that site. Gwen
nods. She gets it. She reaches for her earpiece to make the call.)
GWEN: (to radio) Jack, I ...
(She stops. She’s not wearing her earpiece. She pushes away from the desk and goes to
another workstation to find an earpiece. She puts it on.)
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. TORCHWOOD SUV (MOVING) – NIGHT
(Jack is driving when Gwen’s voice filters through his earpiece.)
GWEN: (from radio) Jack, can you hear me?
JACK: (from radio) What the hell are you doing there? I told you to go home.
GWEN: There's a text message that's just come through on Dan Hodges' phone. Charlie
Foxtrot One Zero Six Bravo Yankee. (Toshiko enters the information in her palm.) Seems to
be a postcode for a building. One that's gonna have a Lynch Frost sign outside.
TOSHIKO: Okay, I've got the location.
JACK: (to radio) Gwen, we'll pick you up on the way.
IANTO: So, people get in the loop by text message and they head to a property--
TOSHIKO: A property Mark Lynch knows is empty.
JACK: So the question is: what happens when they get there?
EXT. STREET (STOCK) – NIGHT
(The Torchwood SUV zooms down the street.)
INT. LYNCH FROST BUILDING – HALLWAY -- NIGHT
(Owen and Lynch walk through the warehouse. He stops by a room where various people are
fighting one another.)
OWEN: What the hell's going on here?
MARK LYNCH: Warm-up.
OWEN: Warm-up? Who are these blokes?
MARK LYNCH: Same as us.
(Lynch continues through the hallway.)
MARK LYNCH: Ordinary blokes trying to find meaning in a world that doesn't have
any.
OWEN: You don't really believe that, do you?
MARK LYNCH: We're the dispossessed now, Owen. All the certainties our fathers had
are gone.
(He stops in front of a room where a man sits on the floor bleeding from a wound.)
MARK LYNCH: We're a generation of no faith. In society, in religion ... or in life.
(The men from the room walk past them on their way down the hallway.)
MARK LYNCH: All we can do is reduce ourselves to the basics. This is only the
warm-up. Come on.
(Lynch walks down the hallway. Owen stands there for a moment.)
MARK LYNCH: (o.s.) Coming or staying?
(Owen follows him.)
INT. LYNCH FROST BUILDING – MAIN ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
(The crowd counts down. Lynch and Owen walk around the back of the crowd.)
CROWD: (all) Five, four, three, two, one!
(The crowd cheers wildly. Lynch and Owen stop to look down. In the center of the main
floor is a cage. Inside the cage is a weevil and a man.)
(The man runs around the cage to avoid the weevil. He hits the weevil on the back. The
weevil turns around and swipes at the man. Lynch and the rest of the observers watch and
yell.)
MAN IN CAGE: Get me out!
(The guys at the door open it and the man slips out of the cage. He punches the air and
the crowd yells loudly.)
MARK LYNCH: Nice one, mate! (to Owen) Costs a grand to enter the cage. Whoever
stays in the longest takes home all the money. You're next!
OWEN: So these guys are paying to put their lives at risk?
MARK LYNCH: The ultimate extreme sport. Too much disposable income, not enough
meaning. That's us.
OWEN: So what about Dan Hodges, Mark?
MARK LYNCH: He wouldn't come out. Just stood in the middle of the cage and let it
maul him.
I think he got in there and he realized ... he didn't want to live enough. He surrendered.
None of us could get to him in time.
OWEN: Yeah. And still you all come back.
(Owen turns and walks away.)
MARK LYNCH: (shouts) Well, what else is there?
OWEN: This has to stop. More people are gonna die.
(Owen leaves the main room.)
(After a beat, Lynch follows him.)
INT. LYNCH FROST BUILDING – HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS
(Owen walks through the hallway and heads for the door. He stops in one of the rooms.)
MARK LYNCH: How long are we going to keep playing this game, Owen? You lie, you
bullshit and sweet talk. But you are hiding, Owen.
(Owen shakes his head. When he turns to look, Lynch is holding a gun on him.)
MARK LYNCH: Get in the cage.
OWEN: Not if you're gonna point a gun at me.
MARK LYNCH: Do you want me to shoot you?
OWEN: Lower the gun. And then I will get into the cage.
(Lynch cocks the gun and holds it on Owen. Owen stares at Lynch and walks closer to him.
Owen stops directly in front of Lynch and stares at him. Lynch lowers the gun.)
OWEN: Good boy.
(Owen heads back to the main room.)
INT. LYNCH FROST BUILDING – MAIN ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
(The door opens. Owen takes his jacket off on his way to the cage. Lynch follows him.)
OWEN: What's the longest anyone's been in there?
(Owen tosses his jack on the floor.)
MARK LYNCH: That'd be Dan Hodges. When you're up close with it, take a look into
its eyes.
OWEN: (shouts) Open the door!
(The man opens the outer cage door. Owen walks in. Lynch stops him at the inner cage
door.)
MARK LYNCH: It's like looking into the darkest recesses of your own soul.
OWEN: (softly) Open the door!
(Lynch opens the door. Owen stares at Lynch as he walks into the cage. Owen looks at the
weevil and he steps into the cage. The crowd cheers.)
(Lynch closes the door behind him.)
(With a last look, Lynch turns and walks out of the outer cage door.)
(Lynch takes his jacket off and tosses it aside. The man at the door bolts it shut. Owen
walks in and watches the weevil. The weevil growls back at him. The two circle around each
other.)
(Owen turns and looks at Lynch. Lynch nods back at him. Owen smiles and closes his eyes
and concentrates on the weevil.)
OWEN: Come on.
(The weevil straightens and growls at Owen.)
(The main door bursts open. Jack and the others burst in. Jack fires a couple shots
straight into the air.)
(It’s enough to distract Owen. He turns and looks. The weevil attacks him, pushing
him up against the wire fence. Lynch watches Jack and the others. Gwen runs to the cage
door.)
GWEN: Owen!
(The weevil tosses Owen aside. Lynch turns to run. Jack stops him.)
(Gwen reaches the cage door.)
GWEN: Open the door! Open the door!
(Inside the cage, the weevil is biting Owen’s neck.)
OWEN: (screams) Ahhh!
GWEN: I said open the door!
(Gwen looks at Jack.)
GWEN: Jack!
(Jack hesitates. The weevil continues to bite Owen. Jack fires and shoots the weevil in
its arm. The weevil gets off of Owen.)
GWEN: Open it!
(The man opens the door. The weevil is huddled on the floor and clutching its arm as it
growls. Gwen rushes in to check on Owen.)
GWEN: Owen?
OWEN: (shouts) Get off me!
(The man runs into the cage with the cattle prod and zaps the weevil.)
JACK: That's enough!
(The man stops and looks at Jack. Gwen holds her gun out.)
GWEN: Help me, Jack, help me get him out!
(Jack puts his gun away. Owen is still on the floor in pain. Jack helps him to his feet.)
JACK: Owen, come on ...
MARK LYNCH: (shouts) Get a stretcher!
(Ianto and Toshiko stand in the entranceway to the balconies with their guns, blocking the
observers from leaving.)
(Jack, Gwen and Lynch help Owen onto the stretcher. Jack looks accusingly at Lynch.)
JACK: You did this to him.
MARK LYNCH: (looking at Owen) He did it to himself, he had no fear.
(Jack looks at the observers left in the balconies.)
JACK: (shouts) It's over now. These creatures are to be left alone. Go back to your
lives.
GWEN: Jack!
(Jack gets up. Lynch has stepped into the cage and closed the door behind him. He stands
inside the cage with the weevil. Jack has his gun pointed at the weevil.)
JACK: What're you doing?
MARK LYNCH: It's over.
(Jack looks at the weevil who appears to wait. Jack lowers his gun and turns away. The
weevil attacks.)
(Lynch’s screams and the weevil’s growls fill the air. Jack turns and walks
away.)
CUT TO:
EXT. CARDIFF CITY (STOCK) – DAY
(Stock footage of the buildings in Cardiff.)
INT. HOSPITAL – OWEN’S ROOM – DAY
(Owen is in bed, bandaged and looking out the window. A bag of green grapes hits the table
with a thud. Owen turns and finds Jack standing over him, his arms crossed.)
OWEN: You shouldn't have.
(Jack glances at the grapes.)
OWEN: No, really you shouldn't. I hate grapes.
(Jack chuckles.)
JACK: Doctors reckon you can go home.
OWEN: Doctors. What do they know, eh? I didn't want saving.
JACK: You want us to apologize?
OWEN: For a few seconds in that cage, I felt totally at peace. And then you blunder
in. Do you always know best, Jack? Is that what you believe?
JACK: Want you back in work tomorrow.
(Jack turns and leaves.)
CUT TO:
EXT. MILLENNIUM CENTRE (STOCK) – DAY
(Top view down of the center.)
INT. TORCHWOOD – THE VAULT – DAY
(The door opens. Owen and Ianto walk in.)
IANTO: You sure you'll be all right?
(Owen stops Ianto from following him.)
OWEN: Give us a moment alone, yeah?
(Ianto turns and leaves. He closes the door behind him.)
(Owen walks into view of the two weevils in their separate cages. The weevils growl back
at him. Owen stops in a place between them where they both can see him.)
(He looks at them, bares his teeth in the same manner that the weevils do and he hisses
back at them.)
(The weevils howl and cower in the dark corners of the cell.)
(Owen smiles.)
FADE TO BLACK.
INSERT: PREVIEW FOR NEXT EPISODE
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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TORCHWOOD
1X11: COMBAT
ORIGINAL AIR DATE IN UK: 12/24/2006
TRANSCRIBED FROM DL
Starring:
JOHN BARROWMAN as Captain Jack Harkness
EVE MYLES as Gwen Cooper
BURN GORMAN as Owen Harper
NAOKO MORI as Toshiko Sato
GARETH DAVID LLOYD as Ianto Jones
Created by: RUSSELL T DAVIES
Producer: RICHARD STOKES
Written by: NOEL CLARKE
Directed by: ANDY GODDARD
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CAST & CREW
JOHN BARROWMAN as Captain Jack Harkness
EVE MYLES as Gwen Cooper
BURN GORMAN as Owen Harper
NAOKO MORI as Toshiko Sato
GARETH DAVID-LLOYD as Ianto Jones
KAI OWEN as Rhys Williams
ALEX HASSELL as Mark Lynch
PAUL KASEY as Weevil
ALEXANDRA DUNN as Barmaid
MATTHEW RAYMOND as Boyfriend (Tommy)
DAVID OYASI as Hospital Patient
Co-Producer: CHRIS CHIBNALL
1st Assistant Director: JON WILLIAMS
2nd Assistant Director: JAMES DEHAVILAND
3rd Assistant Director: RHIAN SALISBURY
Runner: GLENN COXON / LLYWARCH DAVIES / JONEY LYONS
Location Manager: PAUL DAVIES
Unit Manager: GERAINT HAVARD JONES
Production Co-Ordinator: CARMELINA PALUMBO
Production Secretaries: MARGARITA FELICES / KRISTY JONES
Script Secretary: HELEN PUGSLEY / CLAIRE THOMAS
Accounts Assistants: DEBI GRIFFITHS / BETH BRITTON / KATH BLACKMAN
Continuity: LLINOS WYN JONES
Script Editor: BRIAN MINCHIN
Camera Operator: RICHARD MAHONEY
Focus Puller: ALWYN HUGHES
Camera Assistant: STEVE DAVIES
Grip: DAI HOPKINS
Boom Operator: TAM SHORING
Gaffer: GEORGE VINCE
Best Boy: SUZANNE SANDERS
Stunt Co-Ordinator: TOM LUCY
Chief Super Art Director: STEPHEN NICHOLAS
Supervising Art Director: KEITH DUNNE
Designer: KAY BROWN
Art Dept. Prod. Manager: JONATHAN ALLISON
Art Dept. Ops Manager: ADRIAN ANSCOMBE
Art Dept. Co-Ordinator: MATTHEW NORTH
Standby Art Director: DAFYDD SHURMER
Standby Props: ANDY HARRIS
Standby Carpenter: WILL POPE
Standby Rigger: KEITH FREEMAN
Standby Painter: JULIA CHALLIS
Property Master: STUART WOODDISSE
Production Buyer: ZOE HEWETT
Props Chargehand: DEWI THOMAS
Fabrication Manager: BARRY JONES
Specialist Prop Maker: MARK CORDORY
Prop Makers: NICK ROBATTTO / PENNY HOWARTH
Practical Electrician: ALBERT JAMES
Construction Manager: MATTHEW HYWEL-DAVIES
Construction Chargehand: SCOTT FISHER
Scenic Artists: JOHN WALLY / JOHN PINKERTON
Graphics: BBC WALES GRAPHICS DESIGN
Costume Supervisor: CHARLOTTE MITCHELL
Costume Assistants: BOBBY PEACH / SARA MORGAN
Make-up Supervisor: CLAIRE PRITCHARD
Make-up Artists: SARAH ASTLEY-HUGHES / VICKY OWEN / HAYLEY WATKINS / KATE ROBERTS
Casting Associate: ANDY BRIERLEY / KRISTY ROBERTSON
Assistant Editor: MATT MULLINS
Post Production Supervisor: HELEN VALLIS / CHRIS BLATCHFORD
Post Production Co-ordinator: MARIE BROWN
On-line Editor: JON EVERETT / MATTHEW CLARKE
Colourists: MICK VINCENT
Dubbing Mixer: PETER JEFFREYS
Sound Supervisor: DOUG SINCLAIR
Sound Editor: PAUL MCFADDEN
Sound FX Editor: HOWARD EAVES
Senior Prod. Accountant: ENDAF EMYR WILLIAMS
Casting Director: ANDY PRYOR CDG
Production Accountant: CERI TOTHILL
Sound Recordist: DAVE BAUMBER / JEFF MATHEWS
Costume Designer: RAY HOLMAN
Make-up Designer: MARIE DORIS
Music: MURRAY GOLD / BEN FOSTER
Special Effects: ANY EFFECTS
Prosthetics: NEILL GORTON / ROB MAYOR & MILLENNIUM EFFECTS
Production Manager: MARCUS PRINCE
Editor: RICHARD COX
Production Designer: EDWARD THOMAS
Director of Photography: MARK WATERS
Associate producer: TERRY REEVE
Production Executive: JULIE SCOTT
Assistant Producer: SOPHIE FANTE
Executive Producer: RUSSELL T DAVIS
Executive Producer: JULIE GARDNER
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Dated:04/19/2007~lky
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