Now you tell me. Tell me quickly, you bastard! You murdering bastard! Come on! Tell me before I get the boys round. Before I shout your name out loud in the street and fetch the bloody mob, tell me, what do you want?!
Jack Harkness. The men who smuggled me into this country, they brought Harkness in seven weeks ago and they brought him to you. And then you, in turn, found him a haven. Now I paid good money for your name, Gwen Cooper, so I really need to see Jack. And you will do exactly what I ask.
Because I have a name. I have the name of a man. I have the name of the man who created the Miracle.
One man's name keeps reoccurring. Kitzinger was employed to send him information. And his name's Harry Bosco.
His name, over and over again.
What, can't you search him?
You think you're clever, Oswald? Is that really all you had?
Harry Bosco isn't a man. Harry Bosco's a process. It goes back to Vietnam. It was the first war to be televised and the government didn't want US networks taking feed directly from the Vietnamese, because for the first time information was beyond their control. So they put agents into every newsroom, every major TV network, filtering the output for the public. Cleverest of them all was a man called Harry Bosco.
He'd alter information. It was subtle. He did it by mistranslation. He couldn't censor or change, but he could manipulate the English translation. Change one word, change the entire meaning. If you say victims instead of bodies, you influence public opinion. All the channels Harry Bosco these days.
So that's it? Dead end? Done? You finished with him? Can I have him now?
Could you keep your dog on his leash?
My point still stands. The name's still important because Kitzinger works in PR. Why would she be handling this Harry Bosco process?
To be fair, it's a good question. Why would the families hire Jilly to do all this in the first place?
What's she mistranslating? Because the three families changed their name, now Jilly's changing words? Maybe they're connected.
I think I can get us in. Back in the old days, Torchwood tracked down a black market trade in alien artefacts coming out of China. Skullion metal and coins, things like that. We closed it down but the route stayed open for arms dealing.
We're gonna trust arms dealers?
I don't care. I'll do it.
Okay, okay, wait. What about Buenos Aires?
I don't know. Which city is it?
It's both, you bunch of nuts. You can't see for looking, can you? Eh? Look. Right, Shanghai, Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, Shanghai. Opposite sides of the world. Quite literally, opposite sides of the Earth, yeah? Yeah? So whatever's going on, there's got to be something connecting them.
Are you kidding me? Is that right?
They're antipodes. They're the antipodes of each other. Two massive population centres balanced on either side of the planet.
As the old saying goes, count your blessings, because it turns out there's two of them.
Look at the PhiCorp logo. The letter phi, a circle with a line through it. It's been right there in front of us staring us in the face all this time.
A line through the world?
The Blessing. The Miracle.
We need to find out. We can get into Argentina no problem.
Maybe we need to get into both, Jack. Maybe you should go one way.
So this is what we're doing? A mission on both sides of the world?
And you're taking me with you.
No, no, no. I've got, I've got better plans for you, bub.
And that's your problem, isn't it, Gwen? You can't let me walk free. Not a man with my desires. And you can't have me arrested. Not now that I know all about your little plans.
They can leave you here with me.
Well, that's just it, you joyous man. You've just trapped your wife completely. Leave me here with him and I think he would. I actually think he would. Your husband would kill me. He'd make me Category One with his own bare hands. You would kill me, wouldn't you?
Is that what you want? No. I'm coming with you. There's no choice. There's not a choice in the whole of the world. Okay?
No, I mean you really must. That's what The Blessing does to you the closer you get. You're scared, am I right? Your skin's a little too tight. There's something just out of the corner of your eye you can't quite see, hmm?
You never get used to it. Come this way, Miss Kitzinger.
I don't really care. The men enjoy those sorts of games. But the feeling, it started as soon as we dug deep enough. I think it's The Blessing's attempt to communicate.
Then it's a living thing?
Oh, we have no idea. But certainly The Blessing sends some sort of impact back at the onlooker. [Jilly is led to a warehouse and into a goods lift] We have a theory. We say The Blessing shows you to yourself. I've seen people look upon The Blessing and end their lives. There's a brilliant truth about that, because each and every time that person was hiding something vile. Isn't that wonderful? It's exhilarating, the damage it does. I wonder what you'll see.
[Gwen discovers that Jack's wound is getting worse]
Idiot. You idiot. You told me that was healed. You're not better at all, are you? Let me see.
It's okay. I got you. Okay, I got you. I got you.
[Gwen helps Jack onto a bunk bed]
It's all right. Don't be sorry. I've got you. Okay, let me take a look. Oh, honestly. [rips off his bandage] Oh, God.
If I had known it was this bad, Jack, you'd never have come.
It got worse when we arrived. Ah!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay, I got you.
[Oswald watches as a drop of Jack's blood drips from the bandage onto the floor then moves across the floorboards]
Fine place to die, in old Shanghai.
You're not dying. Don't say that.
I'm tired, Gwen. This mortal life, it hurts so much.
Well, now. Can't say I've been to China before, so I'm not well versed in their customs. But I've got to say I never knew about that. [Jack and Gwen also watch the travelling blood drops] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's your blood. No wonder it's killing you. I think, I think it's showing us the way. It's The Blessing. It's somewhere over there. And I think whatever it is, it's calling you, Jack.
