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Episode 4: Meat

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Episode transcribed by beccaelizabeth (e-mail address beccaelizabeth @ yahoo.com ) of the Torchwood Transcripts LiveJournal community as follows.
Transcript hosted at beccaelizabeth.livejournal.com/1333596.html (link valid on 11 March 2010).

Right! Disclaimer time: We all know this belongs to the BBC, the very nice people who make pretty guys kiss for us. I pay my licence fee but that don't mean I own any of it. So clearly I'm pretty much hoping they don't mind. But it's not like anyone will be reading these things and not watching, right? Everyone can go watch on the website. But we'll be buying the DVDs and everything. Yes? Yes.

Key:
LOCATION
(stage directions)
emphasis
NAME: of who is saying this bit here
'this is when they're on comms' (or being telepaths, but that was only in 1-07)
#singing.#
stuff I added that wasn't in the subtitles
~~stuff on subtitles but I didn't hear it~~
*action* like in chat, or a *sound effect*.
between // and // they're talking over each other, same time.

If that all looks a bit complicated please to be coming up with something simpler.

Torchwood 2-04 Meat

opening credits

JACK: (voiceover)

Torchwood.
Outside the Government, beyond the police.
Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race.
The 21st century is when everything changes...
And Torchwood is ready.

EXT DAY in Rhys' car on the road
(Rhys sings along with the radio)

# So who can you trust to transport your goods? #
# Harwood's! #
#You won't be sorry with a Harwood's lorry! #
RADIO: 'Good morning. Today sees an improvement on the weather...'
(Phone rings. Rhys pulls over before answering it. Yaays, obeying the law FTW!)
RHYS: Yeah, Ruth. Did you hear it? I wrote the last bit. (laughs, then face falls) What sort of accident? Yeah, I know it. I'll get over there now.

EXT DAY Another bit of road with an accident on it
(Lots of vehicles, including a lorry and some police and rescue vehicles, fire and ambulance. Is a bad once. Rhys pulls up and gets out, intercepted by police man. The conversation takes place next to Dragon Rescue, with the sign sometimes behind Rhys.)

POLICE: Stay back, please. You're gonna have to move your car.
RHYS: I'm Rhys Williams, I'm manager of Harwood's Haulage.
POLICE: You can check on the vehicle later.
RHYS: Bollocks to that mate! I know the driver. Is he...?
(We see a man on a stretcher; the ambulance guys put a blanket over his face.)
POLICE: Didn't make it. Sorry. Can you give me some details, sir?
RHYS: It's Leighton. Er. . . Leighton Reynolds.
POLICE: Next of kin?
RHYS: Yeah, he's got a wife. Jen... just had a baby.
POLICE: Do you know the address?
RHYS: Yeah. 54 Keppoch Street, Roath. I give him a lift to football.
POLICE: Thank you, sir.
(Stretcher loaded into ambulance; clunky noises and sirens. Dead man gone.)
RHYS: Er, right. I'm gonna need to arrange to move the lorry.
POLICE: Not yet. There's something suspicious in the back.
RHYS: It's just meat. Leighton was taking it to the abattoir.
POLICE: Yeah, well, whatever, Torchwood want to look at it first.

(Big Black SUV of Secret Stealthiness pulls up. Jack driving, gets out. Gwen behind him. Zoom in on Rhys, his face a picture as he sees Gwen at work.)

Credits with the writing

INT DAY In the back of the van... sort of int, sort of EXT on the road
(Jack plus torch goes in van, poking at the meat.)
?: Ugh!
OWEN: Argh, it stinks!
JACK: No bones. Just dense flesh.
OWEN: It's not like any flesh I've ever seen.
GWEN: What is it?
JACK: Well, as there haven't been any giant cow sightings, I suggest we take a sample back to the Hub.

GWEN: We're gonna need to take the contents of the van, confiscate it until we've done further investigations.

JACK: Did you find out where it came from?
IANTO: No, but it is a Harwood's lorry...
GWEN: Oh, that's Rhys's firm.
(Owen drops a slab of meat into the evidence box. Jack and Ianto stare at Gwen.)
OWEN: Right, done.
JACK: Let's go.
(In the background Rhys is watching them. Gwen looks back but doesn't seem to notice him. They all get back in the SUV. Rhys gets back in his car, puts his seatbelt on, and tries to drive forwards.)
POLICE: Sorry, sir, you can't come this way now.
(RHYS, frustrated, goes grr and thumps the steering wheel.)

EXT DAY Millennium place from the sky

INT Hub, Autopsy area

(Owen and a bunch of chemicals. Owen's wearing a green disposeable apron. Stylish.)

OWEN: There's evidence of a vertebral column but its genetic make-up isn't compatible with any known animal.
JACK: Any idea what it is?
OWEN: Scan it. But whoever's farming this meat knows it's dodgy. See this? Official vet stamp – 'fit for human consumption'. It's fake. It's good, but it's fake.
JACK: Tosh, get onto the haulage firm. Find out where the meat is from.
GWEN: Why did it have to be Rhys's firm? It's a bit too close to home.
JACK: Want to stand down?
GWEN: No, I want to find out what's going on. //Thank you, Ianto.
(Gwen takes a coffee from Ianto, while Tosh turns a computer screen around so they can see the Harwoods website. The music plays.)

#Who do you trust to transport your goods? //
# Harwood's!
# You won't be sorry with a Harwood's lorry! #

IANTO: Catchy.
TOSH: Do you think the haulage firm might be in on it too?
GWEN: Rhys? No. He doesn't know what goes in the vans he just hires them out.
IANTO: Driver must have seen it loaded.
GWEN: That doesn't implicate Rhys. He's the most honest man I know.
TOSH: Have you got his direct line?
(Gwen gets out her cellphone.)

EXT DAY a tatty sort of building with a lorry outside

INT DAY a tatty sort of office with some lorry driver in

RUTH: (In phone answering voice, being careful about the H) Harwood's Haulage. How may I help you? (hand over the phone.) It's the police.
RHYS: (picks up) Hello? Yes, speaking. Yes, I'm aware of the accident.
(Team Torchwood are all listening.)
RHYS: 'It's a firm is called Harries and Harries. They came to us two months back. It's a weekly contract.'
TOSH: 'Are they licensed?'
RHYS: Yeah Of course they're licensed!
TOSH: Could you give me their address?
RHYS: There's no address down here.
RUTH: There's a pick-up point. They said it was hard to find.
(Back at the Hub Ianto hands Jack a note.)
RHYS: 'Hello, sorry. All I've got is a service station on the A470,' 15 miles from Cardiff.
TOSH: Do you have a contact number?
RHYS: No, there's no contact number, either.
TOSH: 'Can you tell me where your' driver took the meat?
RHYS: 'Yes, he was taking it to Caerwen Abattoir. It's a processing plant. Just a gen? a gen? a? general meat suppliers.
(Jack hands Ianto's note to Tosh. She reads it.)
TOSH: 'What time did the driver leave base?'
RHYS: Signed out 'at ten to one. Can I ask what this is about?'
(Ianto at his computer, which is apparently over by the spiral stairs and a thing with lots of levers and a glass case full of cocktail glasses and some decanters and bottles of water and a steel tin could be for biscuits or an urn and also there's a little bell... why the bell? And a box looks like twinings tea, with the gold around the black box. And... this is interrupting the action rather, sorry. Ianto's area = refreshments. And computer.)
TOSH: I can't release that information, sir. Thanks for your cooperation.
RHYS: Yeah But I'm the manager...
(Dial tone. Rhys slams phone down.)
RHYS: Brilliant!
RUTH: Well Leighton was their regular. Apart from that first booking, they just went through him.
RHYS: Yes, but now it looks like I'm hiding something Ruth.

INT Hub, Ianto's area and other desks, and then the autopsy bit too

IANTO: Got him! (On the screen is road traffic cctv with the Harwoods van.) There he is, coming back 40 minutes later. Let's say it takes 20 minutes to load... We are talking a ten-mile radius.
OWEN: Jack!
JACK: Yeah?
OWEN: The scan shows it's definitely alien meat.
JACK: Where the hell would they get it from?
TOSH: If it's going to the processing plant that means it's going into pies, burgers, pasties - everything.
GWEN: That means people have been eating it for months.
OWEN: Well, the DNA traces are stable. There are some signs of animal sedative but no detectable diseases or residues. My guess is it's good to eat.
GWEN: Would YOU eat it?
IANTO: (jogs up behind them.) Pizza's arrived. I presumed it would be a late one.
OWEN: What did you get me?
IANTO: Usual. Meat Feast.
OWEN: (stares at big lump of mystery meat.) Lovely
(cut from close up on meat to close up on Owen's pizza as he carefully removes the meat...)
IANTO: I've narrowed it down to three potential areas. Only one warehouse is unoccupied, just outside Merthyr.
(Ianto wears a napkin to eat pizza. I'm just noting this for the cute.)
OWEN: Makes sense. Who knows what goes on there?
JACK: (Speaking with his mouth full) We've got to shut the operation down, neutralise whoever's doing this and identify the alien meat. Tosh, you can co-ordinate.
GWEN: (Her phone sang while Jack was talking. Text message from Rhys, 'Can I see you?'. She puts it away and says) I have to slip home and check on Rhys first.
JACK: Good idea. Find out how much he knows.
GWEN: That's not what I meant.
(Reactions all round. Awkward.)

INT DAY Gwen's flat
(Rhys is sitting at the breakfast bar. He still has phone in hand when the door closes. He has not-happy face. Gwen comes in.)

GWEN: Hiya. I got your message. You all right?
RHYS: Er... bit of a tough day. Had an accident at work. One of our lorries crashed.
GWEN: Anyone hurt?
RHYS: Leighton. One of my drivers died.
GWEN: Oh, no!
RHYS: Only 24.
GWEN: Were you close?
RHYS: For God's sake, Gwen, you met him! Small, dark hair, played five-a-side with me.
GWEN: Sorry. I can't... I can't place him.
RHYS: Well, then I hear that the, er... that the police have taken the meat out the back of the van. You any idea why?
GWEN: How would I know?
RHYS: You work for them
GWEN: I don't deal in traffic accidents, so...
RHYS: Well, they phoned the office and... they asked loads of questions. Thing is, all I do is hire out the lorries, so I...
GWEN: Then there's nothing for you to worry about, is there?
RHYS: Must be something dodgy going on, though.
GWEN: If there was, you weren't to know.
RHYS: No, of course not.
GWEN: No.
(A slightly longer pause in a conversation of stutters and awkward pauses.)
GWEN: I wish I didn't have to go back to work now.
RHYS: Hardly worth you coming home.
GWEN: Yes, it was. To see you. I'm sorry. (Kissings.) I'll see you later.
(Rhys acknowledges without much sound.)
GWEN: Go and have a pint. Call Daf.
RHYS: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, maybe I will.

(Gwen kisses him on the forehead, then pats him and leaves. Rhys grabs his car keys and follows.)

EXT DAY The Plas, with shiny fountain

(Gwen walks up towards the fountain. Rhys pulls up in his car some distance away. Jack steps down off what we know is the invisible lift, appearing ~~cheaply~~ from nowhere. Talks to Gwen, presumably out of Rhys' earshot.)

GWEN: Like I thought. He has no idea what's going on.
JACK: (Extends arm formally and puts on unconvincing voice.) Would you care to accompany me to the slaughterhouse?
GWEN: (Links arms with pretty Jack.) Have you ever eaten alien meat?
JACK: Yeah.
GWEN: What was it like?
JACK: He seemed to enjoy it
(Beat, then Gwen gets it, goes big eyed, and giggles.)
GWEN: Yeah right. (or possibly 'You're a ...' and then cut off, I don't know. Or it could be Welsh. Should I just say 'indistinct' then?)
(We see over Rhys' shoulder as he sees her holding on to Jack as they walk off happy together. How it gets from there to being able to follow the SUV involves, what, secret stalker skills? Above ground parking? Why? They have a garage. And they aren't picking up other people cause they're there already. Mind you, having seen the SUV once there's no mistaking it, big black thing charging around Cardiff. So, not so secret vehicle, stalker skills not required. And does that thing even have any view out the back? It has all that equipment in it. Use your mirrors, Jack!)

EXT DAY Roads on the way to nowhere in particular, and then a warehouse
(White car Rhys follows big black SUV through weeds and around corners, just appearing as the SUV disappears.)

JACK: 'Ianto, Owen, we're just on our way in. How are things looking at the slaughterhouse? Are you in position?'
IANTO: 'Yeah. It's all quiet here. There's a deserted access road to the side where you won't get noticed. I'll direct you in.'
JACK: Ianto, nearly there.
IANTO: Take the second turning. 'Park on the left. No-one will see the car there.'
(Rhys takes the first turning instead.)
IANTO: There's a main entrance at the front. It's the only one open. The rest are padlocked and alarmed.
(Rhys spies with his little eyes... he's parked and seeing Torchwood sneaking around. Sneak points = lose. But we know this.)
JACK: How many are in there?
OWEN: 'It's difficult' to tell, there's no windows.
TOSH: I've got blueprints of the warehouse. The stock has to be in the central area. Having fun?
IANTO: You don't know what you're missing.
OWEN: According to the sensor, there's a heat signature across the entire building.
GWEN: That's a lot of meat.
(Rhys, in his parked car, gets his phone out. Gwen sees it's him and doesn't pick up.)
RHYS: Answer the phone, Gwen!
JACK: 'You two take the sides, Gwen and I will go in the front.' We don't want any casualties. We stun-gun whoever's in there and put a stop to what they're doing.
(Rhys gets out his car, somewhere behind the fence and the 'Keep out' signs with the dogs heads on. He bleeps the car alarm and wanders off.)
JACK: Let's go.
(Jack and Gwen get out the SUV. They don't bleep the alarm. This explains much of Countrycide.)
(Rhys wanders around, with the Keep Out signs still everywhere. He's still trying his phone.)
JACK: There's someone there.
GWEN: It's Rhys. It's Rh... What's he doing?

IANTO: Did you bring the alarm de-activator?
OWEN: (Owen gets out a silenced gun most dramatically and shoots the lock off.)
IANTO: Well, that's one way of doing it.

(Rhys, with phone still bleeping, stands there as a white car with big blue winged thingy on the front pulls up. It's the kind of flashy that makes you *facepalm*, albeit not to the extent of the Extremely Pink and Furry monstrosity I've seen parked down our way.)
(Jack and Gwen watch from the TV version of concealment, where they're hiding behind two bits of metal considerable smaller than they are. Honestly, it's no wonder they think they're secret with the TORCHWOOD car, if stuff like this works. They're too far off to hear anything. There's a fun thing about appearances and assumptions going on between the bit with Rhys watching them and the bit with them watching Rhys. He thinks it's sex, they think it's business...)

JACK: He must be in on it.

(Harries the younger and a friend get out of the car.)
DALE: Don't bother running, mate.
(Rhys didn't think he was planning to, and stays still.)

GWEN: Never. No.

DALE: (To the radio) Greg? We've got a bit of a problem, bruv.

JACK: How else do you explain that?

(From the dark we see the outer door open, Owen and Ianto swinging round with guns aimed ready to charge in.)

JACK: Ianto, Owen... 'Stand down. Repeat, stand down.'

(They swing the door closed and we're back outside with Jack and Gwen. Honestly, typing up the cuts between different locations would get awkward.)

GWEN: He told me he didn't know what was going on. He wouldn't lie to me.
JACK: He also said he didn't know where they were based. But he did.
GWEN: There's something wrong. There has to be. (Runs forwards, stun gun in hand.)
JACK: Gwen! No. No! (Jack runs after and grabs her, swings her into a wall and pins her there. Panting with intense eye contact ensues. Ah, that would be why I was thinking of Countrycide, only it's all subtexty this time and about command power struggles not sex. Really.) No!

DALE: Come with me

GWEN: I just have to get him out.
JACK: What By charging in there? What then? You gonna knock them out?

INT Slaughterhouse
(It is dark, the lights are on the blink, and the walls of the corridors are very dirty.)

RHYS: Look, lads... I don't mean any harm, honestly.

EXT Slaughterhouse... again
JACK: You can't just go in there. You have to do as I say. (Eye contact and Jack lets her go and backs off.) We wait until he comes out.

INT Slaughterhouse again
(Hurt whale noises and big rectangular blocks of meat. People in hard hats and hi vis vests cart big bits of meat around. Greg and Dale come in through the plastic curtain, Rhys in tow.)

VET: Boys, you should've waited for the ketamine injection before doing that.
WORKER: What about the hoses?
VET: That's only lidocaine. It's not strong enough
DALE: Well If you care so much, go and work for the RSPCA. Or don't they pay as good?
GREG: Oi, you. Through here.
DALE: Shift!
(Rhys, who had been looking at the meat, hurries.)
DALE: (Points to a burly worker and a cleaver.) I want you and one of those with me, now!

INT Office in slaughterhouse
(The doors have red blood stains around where hands would push them open. The worker with the meat cleaver stands behind Rhys the whole time.)

GREG: Who sent you?
DALE: Come on now. Don't waste our time.
RHYS: No-one sent me. I um... I came on my own. I'm looking for the boss.
DALE: You're looking at him
GREG: Ignore my little brother.
RHYS: I'm, er... (He goes to get out... A driver ID? A shiny business card?) I'm from, um... I'm from Harwood's. Harwood's Haulage. Leighton... Er, Leighton, your driver... um... He sort of told me what was going on, like.
DALE: Mouthy git! He was paid to keep quiet.
GREG: Ssh!
RHYS: Yeah, well, he's dead. Lorry crashed.
DALE: With the goods inside?
GREG: What happened to the meat? Did anyone see it?
RHYS: No, no, no. I... er... I picked it all up and took it all to be incinerated. You see, um... I was hoping maybe I could pick up from where he left off, boys.
DALE: How do we know you won't report us?
RHYS: I'm here, aren't I?
GREG: So what exactly did he tell you?
RHYS: Everything. You know, that you were... cleaning up old meat.
DALE: Oh, it's a lot bigger than that.

(Through blinky corridors again, Rhys reacting like there's a seriously bad smell, then)

INT Slaughterhouse main area, with the meat
(Hurt whale wails.)
RHYS: What's that noise? (Rhys comes in far enough to see, and his face changes. There's rumblings and chain noises. Rhys walks forwards until we can see... a wall. No, wait, a moving glistening wall with a texture like elephants. And a big pink bit Rhys examines closely... until the eye opens, and he jumps back.) What is it, boys?
GREG: No idea. (Camera starts to pull back on a big crane shot, so we start to see the scale. Gigantimous.) But the beauty of it is, it just keeps growing.
DALE: No matter how much we cut it.
(Rhys sees a worker soaked in red, and the Vet with the world's biggest syringe injecting it while the hurt noise rumbles.)
(Rhys upchucks.)
DALE: He'll get used to it.

EXT DAY outside the Slaughterhouse again, still hiding behind nothing much
(Jack and Gwen observe as Rhys shakes hands and leaves.)
GWEN: I don't get it.
JACK: Come on. Let's go.

INT DAY Gwen's flat
(Rhys has beer. Rhys paces and drinks beer. Gwen charges in.)

GWEN: What were you doing at that warehouse?
RHYS: You lied to me! You were at that crash.
GWEN: I don't know what you're talking about, what...?
RHYS: Stop pissing me around, Gwen! You're so used to lying, fobbing me off like the idiot that I obviously am!
GWEN: Those blokes paying you? Why were you there?
RHYS: No, I'm asking the questions! Alright? (pause) I followed you, OK? Yeah. So that bloke, the tall bloke in the coat. You fucking him or what?
GWEN: All I ever asked was you trust me.
RHYS: Like you trust me? It's a two-way street, Gwen!
GWEN: There's stuff you don't understand, Rhys.
RHYS: Oh, of course not. I'm just a big, dumb animal, aren't I? I mean, what's so secret you can't even tell your own fiancé? Eh? You know in fact? Why ARE you marrying me, Gwen, eh? What am I, just a habit you can't be arsed to break?
GWEN: No.
RHYS: Then tell the truth!
GWEN: All right. All right. My job... the special ops thing... it's a lie - a cover story.
RHYS: Thank you! At last! God, what's that taken? About a year? So That's one lie down. How many more have we got to deal with, eh? Is there anything in your life that's actually based on truth?
GWEN: Us.
RHYS: Us?! (laughs + hysteria) Us? Us is crumbling, Gwen. Us is falling to //shit!
GWEN: You// think I enjoy keeping all this stuff to myself?
RHYS: Then why did you?
GWEN: Because I'm trying to protect you! Have you ever stopped to think about that? No! No, because You prefer to blunder in without thinking or looking. Good old ham-fisted Rhys. His heart, his heart is in the right place but his brain is a million miles fucking back.
RHYS: Come on, come on, let's have it all then shall we, eh? What exactly do I need protecting from?
GWEN: I catch aliens.
(Pause of you what.)
RHYS: Piss off!
GWEN: No You piss off... // It's the truth
RHYS: If you're not gonna take it seriously...
GWEN: This is why// I couldn't tell you because I hunt down aliens and I scavenge the stuff they leave behind. I mean Sometimes I don't believe it //myself.
RHYS: Jesus Christ! // What's got into you? Have you been brainwashed? (Gwen sits and mumbles while Rhys yells.) Is that it, yeah? Is that what's happened? Cause you are talking some high grade shit here.
GWEN: Every word is the truth. (Holds her hands in the air, like she's grabbing the conversation, and it does indeed pause.) Rhys... The things I have seen... (long pause, almost panting) The times I have wanted to tell you... (sits back, deep breaths.)
RHYS: Aliens. In Cardiff.
GWEN: Have you never seen something so mad, so... extraordinary... that, just for one second, you think that there might be more out there?
RHYS: Prove it.

EXT DAY Somewhere from above. Oh wow, could it be Cardiff? You never know. Well I guess you do if you use google maps or something.
(Er, yeah, it's an unfamiliar angle for a couple of seconds, but they whoosh until you can see the Millennium place, then)

INT Hub, Desk area
(Jack is looking through one of them portholes that are apparently in a dam holding back sea water. It's in the Torchwood magazine. So Jack's on the upper level, and the rest of the team are down by the desks, with drinks. Jack participates in the conversation only by Significant Staring At Ianto.)

IANTO: Well, this is unprecedented - the fiancé finding out.
TOSH: Mainly because we're all sad and single.
OWEN: Speak for yourself. I am better off without all that kind of hassle.
TOSH: Maybe the answer is to go out with someone who knows what you do.
OWEN: Look around you, Tosh. Only we know what we do.

(Jack is in the greenhouse staring. Ianto drinks beer.)

EXT NIGHT the Plas by the fountain
(They walk up to the Fountain and Gwen steps on. But doesn't disappear. Logic gap, same as when Jack and John did it.)

RHYS: I saw you here earlier. With him - that bloke. He appeared out of nowhere.
GWEN: It's an invisible lift. Oh, it's too complicated to explain. Come on. Trust me. (He steps on without making any of the obvious comments.) Ready?
RHYS: Yeah.
(Lift descends, with appropriate swish graphics.)

INT Hub, The lift going down

RHYS: Wow! Who'd have thought this was here?
(Myfanwy the Pterodactyl (and did I spell either of those right?) flies past.)
RHYS: That looked so real.
GWEN: It was real.
RHYS: They're extinct, Gwen.
JACK: In your time line, yes. Captain Jack Harkness. (Shakes hands, turns and walks away.) Thanks for dropping in, Rhys.
GWEN: This is the rest of the team. Owen and Toshiko. Ianto.
RHYS: Pleased to meet you.
JACK: Welcome to our headquarters.
RHYS: It's a bit bigger than mine. (pause for laughing.) So Gwen tells me you catch aliens.
JACK: That's right.
OWEN: There's A rift through space and time that runs through Cardiff, Rhys, and stuff slips through it from other time lines and planets. And It's our job to monitor it.
RHYS: Are you sure they're not some kind of weird cult?
GWEN: You saw that alien in the warehouse. Come on.
JACK: What did you see? (Echoes of Jack's first conversation with Gwen all over the place, but this time he doesn't quibble the phrasing.)
RHYS: Er... It was like this huge, shapeless beast, filling the space. Like A mound of flesh.
TOSH: So it's one massive entity as opposed to several organisms.
OWEN: The latest tests reveal high levels of chloride, so it probably lives in the water. I reckon it came through the rift, into the sea and it's beached itself.
JACK: Like a giant alien manatee.
IANTO: But how did they get it there? That warehouse must be 50 metres long.
RHYS: Um, Maybe it was smaller when they found it. Because They said it's growing.
JACK: It's not dead?
RHYS: No. It's breathing. Its eye opened.
OWEN: So the protein chains regenerate despite the mutilation. So Not only is it replenishing its own flesh but it's increasing it, giving them a brand-new meat supply.
GWEN: It will last them for years then.
TOSH: If we understood how it worked, we could feed the world.
IANTO: We could release a single.
JACK: Before we get ahead of ourselves, We're talking about dodgy pies in Merthyr, OK? And the fact that they're cutting it up alive, which we could have put a stop to already if it wasn't for you.
RHYS: I thought my fiancée was in danger.
JACK: Well, Mr Caveman, she wasn't. She can handle herself.
GWEN: Jack... (She tries to wave him off from behind Rhys, but he's having none of it. Real enlightened.)
JACK: All you did tonight was mess things up. Now we have to think of a way to get back in and, thanks to you, they'll have tightened security.
RHYS: Well, if you stopped and asked me exactly what I saw in there, instead of showing off around the place...
JACK: (To Ianto.) Do I show off?
IANTO: Just a bit.
RHYS: ...you'd know that I got out by telling them I wanted a job. As a delivery boy. So rather than cock things up, I've found you a way to get in. But if you can't handle that, big boy, then you can stuff it! (Ends up nose to nose with Jack.)
JACK: (To Gwen.) This is quite homo-erotic.
GWEN: No, no, no. Jack, he is not getting us in.
JACK: Team meeting. You, too. (Stalks off.)
GWEN: Jack? (follows him.)
(As does the rest of the team, leaving Rhys looking a bit lost and trailing after them.)
(And try telling me there's any practical purpose to Jack relocating the lot of them. That's a power move, change the ground and get them all sat down and not up in his face.)

INT Hub, Meeting room. Is it still new by the 4th episode? Well it's the only one they've got now so no.
(Plans to the slaughterhouse on the table, Rhys gestures. He's stood up to reach, Gwen is stood up to pace on the opposite side of the table, the others sit. Jack at the head of the table, Ianto to his right, Gwen to his left, Owen next to her and Tosh... just around the curve at the foot so we have a clear line to Jack, and he can see the big screen.)

RHYS: That's where the thing is. That's the sedatives room. That's where they pack the meat.
OWEN: That's good to know.
GWEN: Yeah, that is good to know, but he's not driving us in.
RHYS: They're expecting me. You lot can hide in the back of the van.
GWEN: What is this? Scooby-Doo?! Absolutely No way is he getting involved.
RHYS: Oh where was I when you decided to get involved, did you give me a second's thought?
OWEN: (to Tosh) Oh, joy. A domestic.
JACK: Rhys is right, he's our best way in. Stun guns only.
OWEN: We've handled bigger than this. Why don't we storm in, guns in the air, and arrest them?
JACK: Those men aren't organised criminals. If we go in, guns blazing, they'll kill the evidence and run.
OWEN: I wasn't suggesting blazing, just waving.
JACK: The last thing we need is a bloodbath.
OWEN: Point taken.
GWEN: I know that...
JACK: Once Rhys has loaded up, he can clear. You don't have to come. You can stand down.
TOSH: It might be better.
JACK: You love him. Makes you vulnerable.
GWEN: He's not going in there without me.
JACK: That's your decision.
GWEN: Yes, it is.
JACK: You both have to live by it.
RHYS: Come on. You and me - a team!
GWEN: Damn it, Rhys! This is for real. Do you understand that? This is for real! And if you mess up, I will kill you!
(Rhys sits, Tosh stands.)
TOSH: So... after we've stun-gunned the workers, we put the creature out of its misery.
JACK: No. We're gonna save it. Stabilise it, wait for the rift to open and... send it back.
IANTO: Guess who'll have to look after it in the meantime.
TOSH: Tell me exactly How are we going to use it to arm ourselves against the future?
OWEN: We could always Hide behind it.
JACK: Why shouldn't we save it? Because it's an alien? It needs our protection.
RHYS: You didn't hear its cry. Heart-breaking.
IANTO: Listen to Ahab.
OWEN: Jack, it's growing.
JACK: Well, we'll find a way to stop it mutating. (Stands, hands on table.) We are doing this. That's an order.
OWEN: Fine.
IANTO: I'll stock up on plankton.
(Owen, Ianto and Tosh all leave.)
GWEN: So you do have a heart.
(Eye conversation happens. With Rhys staring at them. Jack turns and sees him. Says to him)
JACK: We see enough death.

INT Hub, Greenhouse
(Owen is playing with the big screens, watching an animation.)
TOSH: What's that?
OWEN: Oh, it's just an idea of what it looks like. I had it made up from the genetic make-up.
TOSH: It looks lovely.
OWEN: Mmm.
TOSH: You're just a big softie, really, aren't you? (She reaches to put her hand on his shoulder but he turns and walks away and she snatches her hand back. Tosh, dear, if that's your idea of a line...)
OWEN: I'd better get on with that report.
TOSH: I brought you some sandwiches.
OWEN: Thanks, Tosh.
TOSH: It's OK, just cheese and pickle. I can keep you company. I'm not tired.
OWEN: In that case, maybe you can do it. I'm knackered. (Throws pen down with a clatter, walks off. Tosh is sad. Her offering is not working. Sad face.) That's another big lump out of its habitat. (Camera shows us Gwen and Rhys on the sofa, Owen gesturing to them through the window. Tosh puts the sandwich down and looks.)
TOSH: Makes you realise, maybe it is possible to do this job and have a relationship.
OWEN: (quietly) Shyeah.
TOSH: Do you fancy a game of pool sometime? We're always in here, slaving away. It might be nice to, I don't know, kick back and have some fun.
OWEN: Yeah, why not?
TOSH: When?
OWEN: I'll check with the others. We could have a Torchwood tournament. (We are looking at Tosh, of sad frustration face. Owen is not, for he is a silly man.) Thanks for the sandwiches, Tosh.

INT Hub, on the sofa

RHYS: I thought you were anti-terrorism or something. That was bad enough, but knowing you're in this much danger
GWEN: Yeah, you'd feel like I do now. Worried sick. You don't have to do this to prove anything to me.
RHYS: I'm not leaving you with all these sexy young men.
GWEN: There's only one from where I'm sitting.
(There is kissing. Jack gets a tingle... er, like spider sense, only for sex. Come on, if anyone has that superpower it's going to be Jack. ANYways, he looks up from reading his book and stares out the little window at them kissing. Gwen continues to kiss her boyfriend really a lot... while staring at Jack. Jack is Not Amused. He turns and goes away.)

EXT DAY Harwoods haulage

JACK: Sure about this?
RHYS: Yeah.
JACK: Cos once they ring, there's no turning back.
(inside)
RHYS: Morning.
RUTH: You just missed the advert.
RHYS: Yeah? I just popped in for my jacket and to sign for a van.
RUTH: Here's your tea. And I got you a Danish, your favourite.
JACK: I'm in the wrong job.
RUTH: We have got job vacancies.
JACK: Maybe you could fit me in.
RUTH: I'd be delighted to.
JACK: Would I need a licence for trucking?
RUTH: Yes. Takes four weeks, and then you can go long distance.
JACK: (leans in to talk in her ear) That wouldn't be a problem. (He walks past and she pops up... groping, Jack? Yeah, he's back on form :eyeroll: )
(phone rings)
RHYS: It's them.
JACK: OK.
RHYS: Yeah, hello?

EXT DAY On the road in a Harwoods lorry

RHYS: Why her? Of all the women you could have chosen...
JACK: She chose us. Kinda stumbled upon us.
RHYS: So did I. Doubt you'll be asking me to join.
JACK: We needed someone with police skills.
RHYS: Could have chosen anyone. Did you ever think about us? You know, me, her parents, people who love her, who want her safe?
JACK: No, I'm sorry. We needed her. (pause of de-argue) On her first day of work, she told me off for being too clinical.
RHYS: She doesn't hold back, mind.
JACK: Stubborn as hell.
RHYS: Tell me about it. Yeah, she's an amazing girl. I'm a lucky man, Jack.
JACK: Yeah, you said it.
RHYS: I just wish you were a bit uglier. (Look and laugh.) Not gay, by any chance, are you?

EXT DAY Somewhere they've parked the SUV
(lorry backs up and parks)

GWEN: Brought you a Danish, your favourite. I know what you're like on an empty stomach.
(She hands over the packet. He looks at Jack, who grins and gets out the van. Secret's safe...)
RHYS: Cheers
(Rhys gets out to open the back.)
GWEN: Get out as soon as you can, remember?
RHYS: Yes, yes, yes.
(Opens door, team loads up, Owen helping Tosh up, then Ianto follows.)
GWEN: I love you.
RHYS: I love you, too.
(More kissings.)
RHYS: Now, stop fussing, and get in the back of the van, come on..
(Gwen climbs in. Jack and Rhys exchange looks, then Jack climbs in, and Rhys closes the door on them.)
(Serious Music for Serious Driving, and preparing guns in the back.)
(Rhys drives up to the barrier at the slaughterhouse; some messy bloke lets him in on seeing the driver orders stuff.)
(In the back of the van there's mood lighting, interesting shadows, and serious preparation.)
OWEN: I'll prepare a ketamine antidote so we can start weaning it off.
JACK: Gwen, Tosh and I will take the main area. Owen, Ianto, cover the corridors and the small rooms. You OK?
GWEN: What do you think?
OWEN: He'll be fine. He's a good bloke.
JACK: Let's go.

(Harwoods lorry pulls up outside slaughterhouse. Burly employee meets it, opens passenger door.)

RHYS: Yeah, I just need your boss to sign this mate. Don't want any questions asked, see?
(Burly wanders off, Rhys whistles older guy over.)
RHYS: You couldn't get us a cup of tea, could you?
OLDER!WORKER: Yes.

(Now they're both gone – Rhys gets out and opens the back door. Er, empty van. Looks down the side and Team Torchwood have mysteriously managed to get out the side nearest the slaughterhouse without anyone seeing them. What, that would be actual competence? Weird.)

GREG: Where do you want my autograph?
RHYS: Er... just on there, mate.
GREG: Here's a oner for your trouble. Count it, if you like.
RHYS: No, it's fine, mate. I trust you.
DALE: When you get to the abattoir, ask for Graham. Him and the boys clean it up and process it.
RHYS: All right.

INT Slaughterhouse hanging meat zone
(Owen pushes through the plastic, gun first. No, hang on, stun gun first... so are they ranged weapons nobody has ever used that way or is Owen being just that daft? *sigh*. Ianto pushes through behind him, puts arm over nose.)
IANTO: Mmmmm (appreciative noise of extreme sarcasm, as suitable for school lunches.)
(Owen gestures for Ianto to keep going, then peels off to head for the chemistry set room.)

INT Slaughterhouse main area
(It's the red lighting of Ooooh Scary. I don't know, when are the bad guys going to learn it's mauve for emergency?)
(Jack goes first, leads Gwen and Tosh in. Whale wails again. Jack has his gun out - and since he's the boss he can ignore his own orders... is that his regular gun? Looks like. ANYways, Jack has his gun out but lowers it and just points a torch around. Triangle formation of ~~looking good for the camera~~ good sight lines.)

GWEN: Oh, my God! It's amazing!
TOSH: How did it get here?
JACK: shh shh shh shh shh.
(Worker with a squeaky wheelbarrow goes past, heading for the meat. Our team, er, think hiding thoughts? Put the torches out. Then talk with hands to plan. Jack goes, Gwen follows.)
(More pain noise, and meaty thunks. Worker is hacking meat out the side of the alien. Gwen is probably trying not to be sick. Meat in wheelbarrow, worker goes to leave. Jack steps out and stun guns him from behind. Drags stunned man away. Torches back on they approach alien.)
JACK: Imprisoned, chained and drugged. Welcome to planet Earth.
(Whale wails differently and opens eye.)
TOSH: It heard you. It's sentient.
(They do reacting, then look around some more.)
GWEN: Jack. Oh, that's disgusting.
(She's found the meat cave. No that isn't a porn cliché.)
JACK: What have they done to you? (touches and closes eyes in pain empathy.) What have they done to you, my poor friend?
(Another big crane shot of alien bigness. It moves a bit and looks kind of like kebab meat with eyes and a temper.)

INT Slaughterhouse meat zone
(Worker comes in. Owen grabs, shoves around, and only then stun guns. Finds a gun in the back of their trousers.)

OWEN: Everyone... they're armed.

INT Slaughterhouse + whale

GWEN: Rhys.
JACK: Gwen. Stay here.

INT Stairs in the slaughterhouse
(Ianto rattles down the stairs at speed. Looks around, goes through a door.)

EXT Loading bay with Harwoods van
(Vet on a bike rolls up.)

DALE: Where have you been? That injection was due ten minutes ago.
VET: I needed more ketamine. I've had to up the dose, Dale. The thing's in agony, man.
DALE: It's meat. It can't feel anything. You going soft, or what? Get inside and play nurse, if you're so bothered. We've got work to do.
GREG: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on. There's only 12 bags in here He's supposed to have three more. Come on, hurry up!
(Rhys checks his watch.)

INT Chemical store
(Owen fiddles with bottles and stuff. They might have labels. It looks more colorful than school. And if they're only playing with ketamine and lidocaine then why so many bottles? What else were they doing? ...And if Owen knows precisely what he needs to administer why didn't he bring it with him?)

INT corridors
(IANTO looks around but then a worker comes in. Immediately Ianto has cheerful face and waves at him.)
IANTO: Hello. I have a... thingy here somewhere... Hell of a day.
(Bzzzzzzzzzt... unexpected stun gun. Fun!)

EXT Loading bay
RHYS: I should be getting off, mate. I've got jobs backing up, you see?
DALE: Well, they'll have to wait, won't they?

INT Corridor... make up your minds dude! ... no, actually, building tension...
(Ianto drags unconscious man across corridor, not noticing Burly looking through window at the end.)
BURLY!WORKER: Dale, we've got trouble, there's people in the building.
(Ianto dumps worker and dusts himself off.)

EXT, loading

DALE: (Thumps Rhys) You want to answer me?!

INT, whale

GWEN: Ianto, did Rhys get away?

INT, corridor

IANTO: I'll check now.

INT, Chem lab
(Owen mixes pretty colors into a big boxy thingy. It is v. tense.)

INT, Meat room
(People push in through plastic, Ianto comes in through door... oops, gun!)

DALE: Hey, hey, hey! You looking for someone? How many more of you?!
IANTO: Just us.
DALE: You thought the two of you could take us out? Nah, you're not that stupid. Dave, get some ropes, tie their hands. I want every door locked, inside and out. Nobody leaves the building till this is sorted. Move it!
OWEN: (Is still sneaky hiding) They've got Rhys and Ianto.

INT, Whale warehouse
(Gwen runs, Jack grabs.)
JACK: Gwen! Gwen. Listen. Hey! It will be OK.

INT Everywhere... no seriously, all the doors in a row
(We get the Not Okay Camera Wonky of Doom, and lots of bolts being fastened.)

INT Whale warehouse... er, not interior of whale, except for that bit they're getting meat out of
Tosh tries door, Jack tries kicking.
JACK: Locked.
TOSH: They must know we're here.
GWEN: This way.
(See Gwen lead them, see Gwen see Ianto at gunpoint, see Gwen and Jack dodge sideways between boxes. Hiding now.)
(Ianto stands staring at big wall of wrinkly whale, while Dave points a gun at his head.)

IANTO: What is it?
DALE: The lads call it the Cash Cow. (Pressing gun to Rhys' head.)
VET: Dale, what are you doing? (He obviously didn't read the last brackets.)
DALE: They couldn't bear to see us making money, Vic(... seriously, Vic? Well at least everyone has names. Always nice when the script is careful about that. Imagine if they never introduced each other.). Fancied some for yourselves, eh? Thought we'd be a pushover?
RHYS: Mate, you're so out of your depth.
DALE: Funny, I was just thinking the same about you. (shoves him forward)
VET: Dale, don't be an idiot!
DALE: Show yourselves or I shoot the delivery boy!
GWEN: OK! (She steps out, arms raised. Jack makes faces of oh-she-didn't behind her back, stays concealed.) There's no need to make any threats.
DALE: Just the two of you, is it? Gun down. Kick it over here.
GWEN: I don't have a gun.
DALE: He had one, so you must have!
GWEN: OK! (pulls gun out back of trousers – have these people heard of holsters? – and holds it up) OK. (Drops it on floor with a clatter.)
DALE: Any more of you? And before you answer, have a proper think, cos if you lie, (changes aim to Gwen) I will shoot you.
GWEN: It's just me.
(Big pause of hmmm.)
DALE: Get against the drum.
GWEN: We can help you, Dale.
DALE: Yeah, help yourselves, more like. (Shoves Rhys forwards.) Stand next to her. You, too! (Gestures to Ianto but...)
GREG: (From walkway above.) Dale! Two more. Far corner. They can't get out. It's locked.
DALE: (Grabs Ianto.) Kick out your weapons, stand where I can see you!
(Jack and Tosh step out, weapons raised.)
DALE: Drop your weapons!
(Tosh puts hers on the floor, Jack tosses his to one side where it clanks.)
JACK: Do you know what you've got here, Dale?
DALE: Shut up now!
JACK: It's an alien. A creature from another galaxy. It came through a rift in time and space, and it was unlucky enough to find you.
VET: No. No way.
TOSH: Did you really think it originated on this planet? Have you ever seen anything like it before?
VET: It can't be. Can it?
JACK: Look at it. Look at it.
DALE: It's just meat, that's all.
JACK: You're carving up a sentient creature, and you've got to stop!
DALE: And then what have I got? I'm making money here! This is my business. For the first time in my life, I've actually got something for myself!
GWEN: Dale, stop. You can still walk away from this.
DALE: No. You lied to me. (Swings gun from Ianto to Gwen. Rhys sees, steps forwards.)
RHYS: No! (*bang*! Rhys gets shot.)

(And repeated shots of Ianto with the rope pay off as Ianto breaks free and grabs Dale.)

JACK: No!

(Ianto has Dale's wrist. Gun fires randomly. *bang bang, bang bang bang bang, bang*... or possibly less cause there's fewer flashes and that adds up to eight shots. Not that I know how many there are in a gun like that. ANYway, Ianto and Dale are grappling, the bullets went through the chains and the whale starts to break free, Jack grabs his gun but can't get a clear shot past Ianto let alone the beast. Is a big actiony fight. Wires come free, Jack grabs Tosh out the way, Ianto and Dale punch each other but Ianto ends up on the floor and Dale stands with gun in hand and...)

DALE: Die!
(*click*)
(no more bullets... and a million fans hearts start beating again. Not to mention Ianto's.)
DALE: (*click* again) Shit! (Legs it.)
JACK: Ianto! Go! After them!
(Ianto gets up, glad for the sympathetic pep talk.)
JACK: Owen! Rhys has been shot! The creature's coming loose - we need that sedative now!
GWEN: Open your eyes. Come on. You can do this. Open your eyes for me now okay.

INT Chem lab
OWEN: Yeah, I'm on it, I'm on it.
(mixing mixing)

INT Whale wherehouse... er, where whale? oh sod it, it's one in the morning
(wire coming loose)
JACK: Owen, we need you! We're trapped. The creature's breaking free. If we try and get past, we'll be crushed.

INT Chem lab
(Vic the vet comes in behind Owen, who notices, grabs, shoves him into door.)
VET: It wasn't me! I never wanted to be a part of this! Sedatives won't work now. If it's got loose, you're never gonna stop it!
(Hand, gun, bzzzzzt, Ianto has stun gunned him. Comes in panting a bit.)
IANTO: We've gotta help them. It's out of control.
OWEN: Change of plan. (grabs syringe and big bottle, leaves)

INT bloody office

GREG: You went and shot him, bruv. Come on!
DALE: (Slides money bag across to him) Go, go!
GREG: Fill the other one.
DALE: I'm going as fast as I can.
(Ianto goes terribly efficient, kicks the door in, knocks Greg across the room, stun guns him neatly, turns to Dale. He goes for his gun on the table, but Ianto kicks it neatly out his hand.)
IANTO: Pray they survive.
(Stun guns him in the head. Bzzzzzt and crossed eyes. Nice. Ianto turns and walks out.)

INT with the whale
(Owen runs in, gets his first look at rather more mobile whale.)
OWEN: Bloody hell! (Fills syringe) I'm sorry. (Injects whale)
(Whale rears up and thrashes around)
GWEN: (Checks Rhys) He's OK.
JACK: Owen, you're making it worse!
(Owen fills, goes around, injects in different place. It falls. Jack can move now, goes around to Gwen. Whale wails change key.)

GWEN: Open your eyes! You can do it. Come on.
OWEN: It's working. Yeah, it's working.
JACK: What did you do?
OWEN: Mercy killing. (Kicks nothing much. Not happy bunny.)
(Jack is way into shocked or appalled. Sad shocked. He goes up to lean on the whale, ignores all else.)
GWEN: Rhys, Rhys, listen to me, listen to me. That's it, you're with me, OK? I've got you tight. Keep your eyes nice and open.
(Jack's sympathy pain for the alien. Rhys lying injured, Gwen's hand on his face, blood on her engagement ring.)
OWEN: Gwen, let me look at him. (Owen reaches them and starts treating Rhys, with Gwen's help.) OK. Soft, soft, soft. OK. I'm going to rip this. I want you to keep the pressure on, OK?
(Wails get louder and hurter. Owen almost staggers up to it.)
OWEN: I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
(Tosh comes up to him and finally completes that reaching out gesture, hand on his shoulder. He grabs it and presses it.)
(Camera pulls back, sees big wall of whale, dying now. Sad. Sad noises and music too. See Jack comfort it, and Tosh and Owen comfort both it and each other.)

EXT DAY Cardiff, Millennium Center and Plas, from above

INT Hub, autopsy area
(Rhys lies on the table – echoes or 1-13 – but this time he moves and makes ouch noise. Owen is bent over him in a rather distracting pink stripy shirt, but treating his wounds. Gets to be helpful and a nice doctor. For once.)

OWEN: Here he is.
TOSH: Hero of the hour.
RHYS: Hey.
GWEN: Hey.
RHYS: (sounding just a bit death warmed over rough) Are you all right?
GWEN: I am now you are. Yeah.
(Kissings)
RHYS: Mmm. Ah!
GWEN: Sorry.
IANTO: Next time, let her take the bullet.
RHYS: Never. What happened to the blokes?
JACK: We gave them amnesia pills. They'll remember who they are but not what they did over the past few months.
RHYS: So they got away with it?
JACK: It would never stand up in a court of law.
RHYS: And the creature?
(Gwen looks at Owen. Who reacts. So does Tosh. Then Jack speaks.)
JACK: Incinerated.
(Ianto sad too. And Gwen.)
RHYS: So there's nothing left. It was never there
JACK: Gwen, I need a word. (Walks off in full expectation she'll follow.)
GWEN: (kiss Rhys again) Sure.

INT Hub, Jack's office

JACK: Rhys has to forget too, you know?
(picks up little wood and brass box, goes around desk)
GWEN: At least let me give it to him at home.
(gets little round white pill out, hands it to Gwen. She tucks it in her back pocket and walks away. Jack looks brooding.)

EXT DAY, Outside the Tourist office. Hey, it's still there!
(Rhys is in a t-shirt with his arm in a sling, but seems to be having a happy shiny day. Leans on railings.)
RHYS: Let's not go home just yet.
GWEN: Rhys, you've just been shot.
RHYS: I know. Come on, let's go for an ice cream.

(Sitting on stone steps somewhere, probably outside the Senedd, with the end of an ice cream and a drink.)

RHYS: Look around us. Nobody else knows what we've been through. Or what else is out there. The sky won't be the same to me any more. I used to look up and think, 'Ah, looks like rain, man.' But now, oh, now I'll... I'll look and I'll think of all the other worlds and the planets and stuff spinning around out there. Oh! And I got to be a part of it all! Fantastic! Which puts worrying about unsigned dockets into perspective, I can tell you.
GWEN: You've got some ice cream on your chin.
RHYS: Have I? Gone? I want to know about all of it, about every alien you've ever seen. You could take photos. I'll keep a scrap book. Wouldn't show no-one, no way.
GWEN: No, because you won't be keeping one.
RHYS: And you know... I'm even cool about Jack. All right, he's handsome, enigmatic, saves the world and all that. But it's me you come home to at the end of it all.
GWEN: And I always will.
(Phone rings, he picks up.)
RHYS: Hey. Daf! All right? Oh, nothing much. Same old, same old. Yeah! What? No way!
(Rhys voice fades out while Gwen stares at the little pill.)

INT Hub, desks
(Jack with bottled water, getting out another book. Owen at his desk, working. Tosh at hers, same. Cog door opens, alarms. Gwen storms in.)

GWEN: I'm not doing it. I won't drug him.
TOSH: You have to.
OWEN: You can't allow him to remember.
IANTO: It's the rules.
GWEN: But none of you have any partners outside of this.
JACK: But we understand how you feel.
GWEN: No, you don't. No, you don't, Jack! You all think it's cold and lonely out there. But it isn't for me because I have him. He matters. And I've lied to him for long enough. What he did today was so brave. Braver than any of us because we signed up for this. But he didn't! He did it because he loves me, and I won't take that away from him! I won't! And if that means I have to quit or you retcon me or whatever, then fine, fine.
(Jack tosses the water bottle to Ianto and stalks over to Gwen.)
JACK: You really think you could go back to your old life before Torchwood?
(pause with staring)
GWEN: I wouldn't know anything different.
JACK: I would.
(Tense eye contact of defiance and big sad puppy eyes and... stuff.)
JACK: Give Rhys my love, and I will see you tomorrow.

(Gwen leaves. Tosh stares at Jack. Jack stalks back in his office and takes the bottle from Ianto, who stays in doorway pushing his hand through his hair and leans on his elbow. Owen turns back to his work. Jack slaps the CCTV on and sits in his chair. Watches. Outside, Gwen and Rhys kiss again all happy and carefree and smiling. Jack sits and broods. Brooding. And some more thinky brooding.)

The End

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