Dead of Night

Dead of Night

Rex: Who told you to set me up?
Friedkin: Rex! Put the gun down.
Rex: Because everywhere I turn, the whole CIA has been poisoned against me. By you! Now who told you to do it?
Friedkin: I don’t know what you mean!
Rex: Bullshit! You set me up, Friedkin. And you got paid to do it. Now technically we both know that I can’t kill you. But you see, beauty of this miracle is, if I shoot you just right, maybe you might live in agony for… who knows how long. Maybe a thousand years. Now you think about that.

Friedkin: They’ve only ever contacted me on one telephone number.
Jack: Get the number!
Rex: Yes, I know that. Thanks.
Jack: Yeah, well hurry up. I was right about the alarm. The police are on their way. Esther’s tracking them.

Friedkin: Listen, Rex, you won’t find them. I never did. They’re everywhere. They know everything.

Jack: Not bad team. Not bad at all.
Gwen: What did we get?
Rex: We got a cell phone. So whoever made the Miracle, now we’ve got contact.

Washington, D.C., U.S.A.

Gwen: The new cult out on the street—the march? They call themselves the Soulless. Apparently everlasting life has robbed mankind of their souls.

Jack: You should be in the hospital.
Gwen: Hey. Cancel the sympathy. He can keep working. The bastard.
Rex: You’re just gonna keep going on and on about your kid, huh? Do you want her here with us? Hm? Maybe she can go play in that corner where the lead paint chips look extra tasty.

Gwen: This lemonade. This lemonade’s flat.
Esther: It’s lemonade. It’s supposed to be flat.
Gwen: What? Fizzy fizzy lemonade?
Esther: It’s fizzy in the UK and flat in the US.
Gwen: Hm. Just about sums it up.

Gwen: Come on, Rex. She’s not used to this.
Rex: Well I’m not used to this either. Doesn’t make me stupid.
Jack: That’s enough, okay?
Rex: And who the hell put you in charge?
Jack: I think the CIA did. You’re a member of Torchwood now whether you like it or not.

Jack: I tried to do a search on morphic fields, ’cause that’s the best that I could work out. That some morphic field suspended the human race. But it’s gotta be more than that.
Gwen: What do you mean?
Jack: It’s like there’s some sort of energy behind this. A will, a drive, a consciousness. ‘Cause this miracle, it’s more than people surviving. They are so alive. You saw Lynn—that woman at the airport. She should have been paralyzed, but she just kept on going.

Jack: It’s as if some thing is willing them to go on. Each and every individual—forced into life.
Rex: That was me. All the way through my accident. Wide awake.
Gwen: You could feel everything that happened? It still hurt?
Rex: Yeah.

Esther: So what did the search say?
Jack: That’s the problem. Everybody’s had the same idea. “Morphic field” gets ten million results.

Esther: He cockblocked the ATF.
Gwen laughing: I have no idea what any of that means.

Rex: Ladies, avert your eyes. That includes you, World War II.
Jack: Say, these new phones aren’t bad. Camera’s a good quality.

Rex: Are we really on a mission here?
Gwen: Yeah, well. Maybe this is the way Torchwood does things, mate.
Rex: Yeah well maybe you want to drive on the other side of the street, mate.
Gwen: Oh.

Rex: Alright, so do you want to come up with a plan. Or is that just the American thing to do?

Rex about Phicorp drugs: These are the same pills that I’ve been taking. The beauty of it is they’re non-narcotic. They keep you painless and wide awake. It’s the perfect drug for the New World order.

Gwen: These are all painkillers?
Jack: They’re ready for a war.
Rex: No. They were ready for the Miracle. Phicorp knew it was coming.

Dr. Juarez: This woman’s husband strangled her. She doesn’t die so he keeps strangling her. And now her brain is soup and her hyoid bone—her neck—is like dust. And you’re telling me that’s not murder?
Officer: We charged him with assault.
Dr. Juarez: That’s not enough! This is what murder looks like now.
Officer: Don’t blame me. We’re not even allowed to say “attempted murder” anymore because murder’s impossible. The whole system’s breaking down.

Jilly: I think we can help. Jilly Kitzinger. Hi. Pain management in newborns is something that we’ve already got going on at Phicorp. So we can roll out a strategy.

Someone got off a plane from New Delhi in Boston last night and now we’ve got cholera. I warned you.
Dr. Juarez: I seem to recall no shortage of clean water in Boston. Turn on a tap, gentlemen.

Rex: What’s the use. We discover this Phicorp shit but everyone’s been turned against us. We’re still on the run. We can’t trust anyone.
Esther: But they can’t have gotten to everyone we know. And they can’t be tracking our cell phones because they’re new.
Jack: I warned you. Whoever these people are, they’re good. And they’re ready for us. Which puts us back at square one. We tackle Phicorp ourselves.
Rex: And is that standard Torchwood policy?
Jack: I suppose it is. Yeah.
Rex: You know, you dress like it’s World War II so I don’t expect you to be up on current events, but there is no Torchwood! It’s dead. Gone. Buried.
Jack: It’s us.
Rex: As far as I can see, you got all your staff killed.
Jack: They were my friends.
Rex: Yeah, dead friends!
Esther: Rex, don’t.
Rex: “Rex, don’t.” Alright. You want me to stop, I’ll stop. Who the hell are you people anyway?

Esther: The city’s gone wild.
Gwen: Everyone’s out drinking. Nobody knows whether it’s a party or a wake.

Jack: Mortal man, mortal needs.
Gwen: Yeah, we’ve got work to do.
Jack: I am so mortal!

Esther: My apartment’s that way. Ten minutes down the freeway, turn off at Eleventh. Home.
Gwen: You’d be arrested on the spot.
Esther: And that’d be worse than this?
I’d be safe. I’d be warm. I wouldn’t be holding you back. I don’t know if I can do this.

Gwen: What’s wrong with your sister?
Esther: She’s not sick, she just… can’t cope. Never could. I’m the youngest but I’ve always looked after her.

George: What’s the latest from the White House, Candace? Are we getting any sort of clarity?
Candace: Well off the record, George, this Miracle is so impossible a lot of high-level officials are thinking the word “alien.” Meaning an intervention or at least an influence from beyond this world. But so far still, no one’s willing to say it out loud.

Cop: Don’t you worry, sir. Nothing on your face. You’ll still be nice and handsome for the TV. Should have run faster Oswald.

Jack: Gwen, I had to call. I thought of a thing.
Gwen: Are you drunk?
Jack: A little. You?
Gwen: Some of us have to work.

Jack: I was thinking. About how you’re immortal. And I’m dying. And what I wanted to say was… we’re good aren’t we? You and I? Good team. I missed you.
Gwen: I was thinking that, ah, if this had happened a bit sooner…
Jack: I know.
Gwen: He’d still be here, Ianto.
Jack: Dead friends.
Gwen: I’m sorry.
Jack: I wish he was here now. Not much of a team, is it? But we’ve still got each other. You and me. Just like the old days. We don’t need anyone, do we. We don’t need Rex.

Esther: I had them bounce the signal off Paraguay, but it’s to say thanks.

Rhys: Can you see me? I can see you. Can you see me?
Gwen: Yes, I can see you. A little too much of you. Put up the baby!

Dr. Juarez: I’m not the CIA, I don’t go undercover. But maybe I can get you inside.

Jack: I feel awful. Which is amazing. {seeing Rex} I thought we broke up.

Jack: I knew mortality would make life more intense.
Rex: Hey, don’t touch my pills. I need that for legitimate pain.
Jack: I need them too.
Rex: You weren’t impaled.
Jack: Huh. You shoulda seen the other guy. {Rex frowns} Oo, that face. Rex doesn’t like his jokes too gay.
Rex: No. Rex doesn’t like men in their forties acting like they’re twenty.
Gwen: And we’ve got a winner. Now hush.

Rex: That’ll work. I can get inside with those.
Gwen: Problem. The Eye-Fives. They’re isomorphic. Biometrically tuned to me and me alone.
Rex: Seriously?
Gwen: Mm hm. If anyone is going on this mission it’s got to be me.
Esther: Liar!

Esther: She did good.
Rex: Yeah.
Esther: Dr. Juarez. How’d you talk her into it?
Rex: Well it’s not exactly a professional relationship.

Esther: But if they know about the Miracle, does that mean they caused it?

Congressman Patrick Morgenthal (): Our modern drug prescription system has served us well for many decades. But times have changed. Times have changed a great deal. The need for drugs is far outstripping the access to the people with the means to prescribe them. Something has got to change. And that is why later today I will be introducing legislation to make all prescription drugs, all painkillers, antibiotics, almost all medications available without a prescription.

Esther: What are you smiling for?
Rex: I think we got ’em worried.

Danes: Can you tell me, who will be interviewing me?
Jack: Yeah, it’s… sod it! {he pulls out his gun}

Jack: I saw you on television, saying you feel forgiven for taking the life of a child. That’s a lie. I know that’s a lie.
Danes: How do you know that, Jack, with such certainty?
Jack: Tell the truth!
The murder of Susie Cabena. You don’t feel sorry at all.

Danes: I felt her life leave, and she left through me. You know that feeling. I think you do. And I relive it, every single night, because that was the best moment of my life.
Jack: Now I understand. You’re doing all this because you’re searching for one thing. One simple thing. Execution. We’re without death, so you get to live. And it’s killing you.

Danes: I’m asking you now to join with me, in this enterprise, as we all walk across the fragile skin of this wide world together. The future is now endless. And it’s terrifying, I’m offering you my hand to walk on this long journey. Together. Walk with me. That’s all I ask. Walk with me.