Adrift

PC Andy: Is this beneath you now?
Gwen: No!
PC Andy: What’s with the attitude? You’ve got a face like a slapped ass.
Gwen: I’m waiting for you to tell me where you were.
PC Andy: Where I was when?
Gwen: At the wedding.
PC Andy: I rang you. I had to work.

Gwen: I didn’t realize you still had feelings for me.
PC Andy: Well I don’t. Alright? I just had a moment. Don’t flatter yourself.
Gwen: If you want to talk about it—
PC Andy: I want to talk about this kid. Jonah.
Gwen: Teenagers go missing all the time. I mean, why is this one special?
PC Andy: I was the first one here. I sat with his mum all night and then next day. And every time I tell her we’ve got nothing new I see a bit of her dying.
Gwen: Anything strange about the case?
PC Andy: Like you don’t know.

Gwen: Could be one of the lights on the barrage.
PC Andy: Alright, stop lying. You know what happened here. Why aren’t you telling me?
Gwen: What are you talking about, Andy?
PC Andy: Right, 45 minutes later. What’s your mate Mulder doing there?
Gwen: Jack.

PC Andy: So, you’re covering it up then.
Gwen: Jack said it was a coincidence. I can’t help.
PC Andy: Thanks a lot. I should have known. Bloody Torchwood. Fob me off why don’t you.
Gwen: No. If there was something going on I would tell you.
PC Andy: Do you know what’s happened to you Gwen? You’ve got hard.
Gwen: Yeah? Well maybe I’ve had to.
PC Andy: You used to care. You used to give a bother about people.

PC Andy: You’re one of them now, aren’t you? Too busy to bother with a missing child. What is it? Not major enough for you? Not spooky enough? I’m sorry to bother you.

Nikki: It’s the hope that’s killing me.

Nikki: Do you think I’m mad?
Gwen: No, I think you’d make a great policewoman.

Gwen: I’m sorry. I know. I’m late.
Rhys: Three hours!
Gwen: It was a work thing. Time just got away from me. Oo, wine! We can do it another time though, yeah?
Rhys: This is the fourth “another time,” Gwen. You said you’d cook.
Gwen: Did I?

Gwen: Tell me you love me!
Rhys: Give me the toast.
Gwen: No c’mon, tell me you love me first.
Rhys: Give me the toast first!

Tosh: We’ve always believed that things can only come through the Rift one way. What if we’re wrong? What if the Rift doesn’t just leave stuff behind? What if it also takes?
Gwen: Who else have you told about this?
Tosh: No one. I called you as soon as I realized.

PC Andy: How’s Rhys? Other than hungry?

PC Andy: Bloody hell! How many of them are there?

Tosh: Oh my god? There are really this many?
Gwen: Now we tell Jack.

Owen: What do we think happens to them?
Jack: Scattered through time and space I guess.
Owen: Cheery thought.

Jack: Seriously, Gwen? Practically? Tell me what we should do?
Gwen: We help those left behind.

Gwen: So is that it then? We just sweep it under the carpet?
Owen: “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change.”
Gwen: Oh bollocks to serenity.
Owen: For a lovely girl you’ve got a very dirty mouth.
Gwen: Yes.
Owen: I’m with Jack.
Tosh: We did our best.
Gwen: Thanks Tosh.

Gwen: How are we supposed to have kids with my job? Torchwood does not do maternity leave. “Oh, I’m sorry Jack. I’d love to help out with the aliens but I can’t get a babysitter.” “No no I’ll sort out that bomb once I’ve dropped Rhys, Jr. off at nursery.” Stop dancing around it. It’s a dead question.
Rhys: You know sometimes I fucking hate you. I mean look at you. Caught up in your little group like nothing else matters. And being a hero is an end in itself. Well it’s not. You saved the city. Well done. You saved the [?]. What for? I mean why are you doing it? What are you trying to protect? What are you fighting for?
Gwen: Because if I don’t, Rhys—
Rhys: Shut up. I’m talking now, right. You do it so people can live their lives. And there’s nothing more important than that. Falling in love, getting married, buying flats, having kids or not. But real life. That’s what you’re protecting. And if you’re starting to think that your shit is more important than real life then we’re not going to last very long here, love.

Gwen: Ianto, hi. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—
Ianto: Doesn’t matter.
Gwen: I wouldn’t have come in if I’d known—
Jack: Always room for one more. We could have used you an hour ago for naked hide-and-seek.
Ianto: He cheats. He always cheats.

Gwen: Jack we’re not finished.
Jack: Yes we are.

Gwen: You left me that package, didn’t you?
Ianto: I don’t know what you mean.

Andy: 50 quid.
Gwen: That’s a bit steep, innit? Offer him 35.
Andy: Gwen, are you trying to be funny? If you want to haggle go to Morocco.

Helen: He’s supposed to warn us about visitors.
Gwen: Law unto himself, isn’t he?
Helen: And he knows we’ll always forgive him.

Gwen: What are you doing to them? What’s going on? Tell me.
Jack: I’ll take it from here, Helen. It was Ianto, wasn’t it?
Gwen: What are you doing?
Jack: I can explain.
Gwen: No no no. You stay away from me.
Jack: Let’s go outside and talk.
Gwen: These are the people taken by the Rift. What are they doing here? What have you done?

Jack: When I took over Torchwood there were two just like Jonah. Ravaged from falling through the Rift. Being kept in the vaults. Neglected. I wanted them looked after. I set this place up, told the staff these were experiments that had gone wrong.
Gwen: How many are there?
Jack: Seventeen at last count. It’s increased over the last year. Like the Rift is trying to correct its mistakes.

Andy: You’d never recommend for me to join Torchwood, would you?
Gwen: No.

Gwen: Before the Rift returned him, Jonah had looked into the heart of a dark star. What he’d seen had driven him mad.

Gwen: I thought you wanted to know what happened to him.
Nikki: I did. I was wrong. It was better when I didn’t know. Before you, I had hope.