Torchwood

Come on, Tyler.

Tyler, just stop it. I haven't got time to muck around.

Tyler!

All right! I'll just leave you there. Is that what you want?

- If I leave you in the middle of town? - Suzette!

Suzette, we're going to be late.

Suzette! Stop it. You're just looking silly.

Do you want other people to see you looking silly?

If he gives you any more trouble,

your dad's going round his house to punch his face in.

I'll punch his bloody mother. You got that, David?

I've booked the car for 7:30 but I might have to leave it on standby.

If Baxter starts talking he never stops, so I can't guarantee what time...

Tell you what, I'll send you a text from the motorway.

Steven, if you leave the front door open,

those cats are gonna get in.

Darling, don't just stand there, you're gonna be late.

Steven!

Steven?

Stop playing games! Get out of the way!

Oi! I said bloody shift, man!

David? Are you listening to me?

Mica, oi! You two, look at me.

See you, then.

And you can shut up and all.

You were the one crying. You were like a baby.

- I seen you. - Was not.

- Was! - Not.

You two, you're gonna be late.

We're going, look!

I'm going round to Polly's later. See you! Bye!

What?

You are pushing it, you are, young man. Come on!

All right, Glyn? What's occurring?

I've been watching the bay. No sea monsters!

Ah! Still early.

Anyone in?

You two having shenanigans in the dark?

Jack?

Morning!

- Clear! - Yeah.

- And again. - Charging 200.

Clear!

I think we should call it. Everyone agree?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Okay, time of death, 09:17.

Sally, I can leave it with you, yeah?

I'll go and tell them.

Sorry.

We did everything we could, but he didn't make it.

Oh, that's a shame.

- It's very sad. - Poor old Mr Williams.

It's very sad, indeed.

There'll have to be an autopsy

but I'd say his heart gave out.

Brave old heart.

You were neighbours, is that right?

We live next door.

He's got no family to speak of.

All on his own.

We'd just keep an eye on him, you know.

Well, I'm sure he appreciated it.

If only there were more like you two in the world.

I know it's an imposition, but with us being such good neighbours...

Can we see the body?

Bless him.

God rest his soul.

Say, do you think we could, uh... Just on our own...

Of course you can.

Just come and find me once you're done. And I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

He thought we were together, like a couple.

He said, "You two."

The way he said it, huh, "You two."

Well, we are. Does it matter?

Don't know. It's all a bit new to me, that's all.

- Laser saw. - Thank you.

Tongs.

Almost.

- Got it. - Sorry, one more...

thing.

- There! - What?

Ooh. Now, look at it.

That's not human, is it? Does that look human? No, it does not.

It's just a hitchhiker he picked up. Didn't kill him.

Some say they're positively beneficial.

They release endorphins into the bloodstream.

He died a happy man. And I've got Tupperware.

And we're very considerate, we don't leave any mess.

Thank you very much.

We'll just get out of your way.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Whatever it was...

That was mutilation, I should report you.

Then why don't you?

Well, that thing... What the hell was it?

That hitchhiker?

Try putting it into a report.

- You're Torchwood? - Never heard of 'em.

There are bodies going missing.

How many?

This whole city talks about you.

What bodies? Where?

It started two months ago.

Bodies taken down to the mortuary, then the records just stop.

Five of them. Five in two months.

And none of them white.

One of West Indian descent, one African, three Chinese.

All male.

What was your name again?

Rupesh.

Rupesh Patanjali.

- What do you think? - NHS.

Yeah, too much red tape.

Sorry, but good luck with it.

Don't... Look... Wait a minute!

- See you. - Sir.

Oh, Christ!

- Good morning, sir. - Morning.

Good morning to you, too.

Colonel Oduya for you, sir. Unscheduled.

I'd remind you, you've got a category meeting at quarter past.

- You'd better come through. - Thank you.

I'm late. I'm sorry. Oh, my God! I'm really, really sorry.

Good morning.

- Bridget Spears. - Lois Habiba.

Right. This will be your desk.

Just tell me it's something small.

Tell me it's a meteorite or a shadow on the moon.

Just for once, tell me it's easy.

It might be nothing, sir.

But it's my job to inform the government,

even if it turns out to be a false alarm.

Then what is it?

Children, sir. It's the children.

You are going to get us killed.

No, you get killed, not me. You die like a dog, like an ugly dog.

Oi, Chuckle Brothers. Think I've found something.

Yeah, well, I want you to do a check on St Helen's Hospital,

specifically the morgue.

Well, there's a computer. Do it yourself.

Meanwhile, I've been getting reports of 17 road traffic accidents

happening right across the country, all the way from Glasgow to St Ives.

Is that above average?

Well, they all occurred between 8:40 and 8:41.

Seventeen road traffic accidents happening at exactly the same minute.

And every single one of them involving children.

That'll be the school run.

All of them were just standing in the road.

Not crossing the road, just standing.

I saw it myself, Jack.

Two kids on Market Street. Well, they just stopped.

But the accidents are just one part of the picture.

Because every other child stopped at the same time.

And not just in Britain.

Same reports from France, 15 road traffic accidents.

All timed around 9:40.

They're an hour ahead, so it was simultaneous.

All involving children?

Yeah, hold on, still cross-referencing. Here we go.

Reports coming in, RTAs in Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Luxembourg.

Germany, India, Egypt, Guyana.

Spain, Portugal, Bosnia, Tokyo.

Singapore.

At 8:40 GMT, most of America was asleep.

But even there, I'm beginning to get reports.

I think we can assume it's all of them, sir.

As far as we can tell, at 8:40 this morning,

every single child in the world stopped.

Seen anything like this before, Jack?

No way. Kids.

Until we receive further information,

we don't know if it's extraterrestrial in origin,

though the United Nations have taken UNIT up to yellow alert, just in case.

Bloody hell.

And, uh, Colonel Mace, how is he getting on?

He's fine.

Wouldn't mind a post in Vancouver myself.

- Wonderful countryside, so they say. - Nice for some.

Sorry, my name's Lois. Lois Habiba.

Just started today.

I'm helping out Miss Spears while they introduce the new computer system.

- Thank you. - All right.

All done.

What's his uniform? That's not British Army, is it?

If you could start transferring the names and addresses.

- You have two daughters, is that right? - Yeah.

Maybe I should get them home from school.

I'd be careful, sir.

I wouldn't do anything to draw any attention.

Right now, this thing's random enough to go unnoticed,

and if anyone files a news report, we'll be crushing it.

But so far, we're the only ones with the software

clever enough to piece this all together.

Well, us and Torchwood.

Do you want me to talk to them?

They're a pain in the backside, but they can be helpful.

We're on to them right now.

Okay, find out anything, let me know, immediately.

Of all the times for Martha Jones to go on holiday.