This is the story of the
century. The story of Torchwood.
So get it for me.
I've-- I've
got contacts.
People out there who knew
someone, who knew someone else...
And when you put it all together...
it-- it goes
way back.
To Queen Victoria's time, right up
to the expl*si*n on Christmas Day.
And I think they're
connected to the ghosts.
This is remarkable.
We need to get it out. Tomorrow.
Front page. Before they get on to me.
There's... been a complication.
- What's going on? - Come on sir,
don't make this difficult. - Get off me!
Torchwood appreciates
your loyalty, madam.
You earned your front page.
Pretty girls... and exam results.
I'm not mad! The Torchwood exists!
I know the truth about the ghosts!