Looking for a Beta

[firenzesun]

This is not a common request for Beta, as did is not a fanfic. It's the transcription of the radio dramas. I'm planning of transcribing all save Lost Souls and House of the Dead, which already have transcriptions online. After finishing with the transcriptions, I plan to do subtitles in English and Spanish.

Preferred Name: Firenze.Sun
Pairings/Characters: Gwen, Jack, Ianto, Freda, Andy
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After season 2, before CoE. It's the radiodrama Asylum.
Length: 45 minutes (the lrnght of the radiodrama)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Family,
Pairing Type: Non.
Warnings: As it's a transcription, spoilers for the radiodramas, however currently I only have Asylum.
A brief summary: The team find an alien girl that comes from Earth in the year 2069.
Beta Requirements: Grammar, Spelling, Check the things that I hadn't caught: words missing or words that I've got them wrong.
Location: Argentina
Due Date: Non, but the sooner the better as I'm doing it for a friend who would need the transcription/subtitles to listen to the radiodramas. And she's about to start watching season 2. And there are other 6 radiodramas more to go so... :P

Here's the un-beta'd transcript


Asylum Transcript

(dogs barking)

ANDY: Hey, Samsie! What's up with you? Come here! Yeah!

(a girl's scream, the sound of the rift being open and then a splash)
MAN: Blimey! (dog continues barking) This-this way! That's it! … Okay!

FREDA: (coughs) The dog...

ANDY: He won't hurt you.

GIRL: Put him off.

ANDY: Hey, you nearly drown, you can't just run off. Hey! Hey!

JACK: Torchwood. Outside the government, beyond the police. Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race. 21st century is when everything changes. And Torchwood is ready.

TWTWTWTW

SHOP OWNER: This is shop property.

FREDA: Is mine, Crisco!

SHOP OWNER: I'll show you, rip...

FREDA: Let me, let me go!

SHOP OWNER: Ow! You little scan!

ANDY: Stop there. Both of you.

SHOP OWNER: She bit me!

ANDY: I... You're crushing her. Let her sit up. I'll take it from here. You, keep your backside on the pavement and your hands where I can see them. You, tell me what happened.

SHOP OWNER: Caught her shop lifting. Pick up a coat, put it on, walk out. All this rush. When I confronted her, she pull a gun. (?)

ANDY: Where's the weapon?

SHOP OWNER: It's here.

ANDY: This isn't a fire arm. It's more like a radar gun. Where did you got this arm, mate? Hum? What's your name? Did you steal that coat? Right, play that way if you like, I'm arresting you on suspicion of robbery, you don't have to say anything, it may harm your defence, if you don't mention one question, something that you later relay in court, then what you do say, may be give in in evidence. In other words, it'd help if you tell me your side of the story. If you have one. Noting that the suspect said nothing. Come on, trouble, get on your feet. Going for a little ride in the police car.

JACK: Triple twenty. Triple twenty twice.

GWEN: Oh, Jack, that's very distracting.

JACK: Go for one eighty.

GWEN: Jack!

JACK: See, that's the thing for knife-trowing. You need a live subject to sharpen your concentration.

GWEN: Hmm. I'm busy.

JACK: With what?

GWEN: Rift databases. Oh, you stupid, stupid machine.

JACK: Leave that. Come and be my beautiful assistant.

IANTO: Morning all.

JACK: Ianto!

IANTO: Quiet night?

GWEN: (making irritated noises, mobile phone beeps.)

JACK: The only monster here is Gwen.

GWEN: Gwen Cooper. Oh, hello and very good morning to you too. What's up? Okay. A laser. Okay, um, I'm on my way.

JACK: On your way where?

GWEN: The station. Andy's got somebody in custody, he thinks we should meet.

WOMAN: So, how old are you? If you're seventeen or under we need to get you an appropriate adult. Mum, big sister, teacher? Do you wanna make a phone call.

FREDA: School. (Sound of children laughing or shouting) I remember a girl hostiling me.

GIRL: Who's your mum, Ghostie?

FREDA: I says nothing.

GIRL: Hey, Gosgeler, can I take your time or you ate the cat?

FREDA AND GIRL: (in unison) Cry, Ghostie, cry.

GIRL: Cry!

FREDA: But I don't cry. I watch. Hate and fear, only stop (?).

GIRL: (with echo effects) Who's your mum, Ghostie?

GWEN: Poor kid, looks scared to death.

ANDY: It's probably her first time in a cell. She doesn't have a record or live scan(?).

JACK: What do you know about her?

ANDY: Nothing, she won't talk.

JACK: What did she steal?

ANDY: Essentials. Sandwich, street maps, coat.

GWEN: A runaway then.

ANDY: She's been trough some kind of trauma. She's soaking wet, covered in mud. And she got this beam (?) on a hand. Wanna see the gun? I think it's a radar device.

JACK: Going for red (?). Maybe both.

ANDY: Is like nothing I've seen before.

JACK: And probably won't for years.

ANDY: What?

JACK: I wonder where she'd got it. Okay, Andy, we'll take her.

ANDY: Take her? I've called you because of the gun.

JACK: The gun and the girl are connected.

ANDY: But she is in our custody. And she's a minor. If you not CAB check her, you cannot touch her, end of story.

GWEN: Jack, why I don't talk to her first. See what are we dealing with? And then we can liaise with Andy about the next steps.

FREDA: Other side of the glass. I know they is talking about me. But I do not hear no words. I remembers a different window. Paints paint all over. An accident. No. The neighbours done it. I sees white hands. Someone outside trying to clean it, clocks me as the glass. Her face. Making crying shapes. I remembers. She is my mum.

GWEN: Hi. I'm Gwen. Do you mind if I sit down? Can I get you a drink? I'd give a coffee a miss but the chocolate is all right. So, what your name? Where are you from? You do speak English, right? If you don't want to talk is fine, but gives a nod if you understand. Good. Not talking to myself then. See, I'm not interested in the shoplifting, what I'm interested in is the gun. Where you got it? Did you buy it? Find it? Someone give it to you? Okay, too many questions. You had a rough morning, a rough journey, right? This is Cardiff, Wales, the year is 2009. (Freda cries). It's all right. (cries more) You're not in trouble, we get quite a lot of this here. It's my job to help people that are lost. Okay? So, where should we start?

FREDA: Freda. My name is Freda.

GWEN: Okay, Freda. Let's see about getting out of here, should we?

FREDA: Out there. Out there is over loud, over-bright.

GWEN: (in the background) We're gonna take you somewhere safe and comfortable.

FREDA: otos (?) everywhere. Not like home.

GWEN: (in the background) We'd like to take a blood-sample for health-screaf (?).

FREDA: Something in the blood?

GWEN: Is that all right with you?

FREDA: I want to remember but... It's all squila-boo (?) in my head.

GWEN: I can do it if you like or go and get you a nurse.

FREDA: Don't show the fear. Fear gets you noticed.

GWEN: Perhaps you want.

FREDA: Fear of what?

GWEN: Sharp scratch...

FREDA: Something bad. Over bad, them. The others. Ghosties!

IANTO: So what's she like?

JACK: About sixteen, skinny pale and packing a laser gun.

IANTO: Probably from Newple, then.

JACK: This is it. No sights, big red button. (sounds of the laser gun being activated)

IANTO: Not while I'm driving.

JACK: It's a toy, Ianto.

IANTO: We should do proper tests.

JACK: How bad can it be? (more sounds from the laser gun)

IANTO: Jack! (sounds from the SUV having its windows open) Did you open all the windows?

JACK: I think this did.

IANTO: Interesting toy.

JACK: Let's try setting two. (more sounds from the laser gun)

RADIO: No windows feed, it works for me. If you have a fashion in accident...

IANTO: It tuned itself to Barry Bit FM.

JACK: (laughs and activates the laser gun turning off the radio) This gun is a remote control.

IANTO: What would a teenage girl be doing with something like this?

JACK: Oh, I dread to think. Setting three?

IANTO: If you put it out the window.

(more sounds from the laser gun)

IANTO: The computers gone down.

JACK: And comms.

IANTO: Can you reverse it?

JACK: Maybe the red(?) means reset.

IANTO: Or red, which is now the colour of all the traffic lights.

JACK: Oops.

IANTO: Eh, Jack, look, all the CCTV cameras are pointing up the sky.

JACK: You know what this means?

IANTO: We should (?) setting for?

JACK: This device disrupts transports, communications and security. In the wrong hands... this is a weapon.

IANTO: It's gridlock. Call me a helicopter to go back to the Hub now?

JACK: Or a motorbike. Like this FC6, perfect for city driving.

IANTO: It's locked.

JACK: Not for long.

IANTO: Isn't that stealing?

JACK: Come and dearing(?). I'll give it back.

IANTO: In one piece?

JACK: Hello, pussy cat. Miaw! Up on.

(they drive away in the motorbike)

GWEN: Well, this is it!

FREDA: Wow! Retchua a wall (?).

GWEN: Take a look around. Pick a room.

FREDA: Okay.

GWEN: What's that face fool?

ANDY: Nothing. I just thought Torchwood would be a little bit more high-tech.

GWEN: This is a refugee dorm, it's supposed to be homely.

ANDY: What's all that stuff?

GWEN: Ianto's been shopping.

ANDY: You stopped for all that free (?)

FREDA: I'll take the green room!

GWEN: All right, love!

ANDY: This is just temporary, right? Until we (?) the weapon and relocate her family.

GWEN: Until the Torchwood investigation is completed. (Andy sighs) Yes, Andy, let's get something straight. You're here as a police observer.

ANDY: Observer? I'm not a babysitter.

GWEN: There are things we cannot discuss.

ANDY: This is my case.

GWEN: We will share any information that is relevant.

FREDA: The windows is all locked.

GWEN: This is a safe house. Safe flat.

FREDA: I'm a prisoner.

GWEN: For your protection. (Freda sighs) Freda, show me your hand. I won't touch, just look. that's a nasty burn, if you don't get it clean up you'll get sick. There are some swaps and dressing in the table.

ANDY: I'll make the tea, shall I?

GWEN: Coffee, thanks. Okay, Freda, that's going to sting. Shall I do it?

FREDA: Okay.

ANDY: Milk or sugar?

GWEN: No, thanks.

FREDA: Me nank.

ANDY: Nank? You talk funny you do.

FREDA: So you do, mano.

GWEN: Sorry, I'm being as gentle as I can.

ANDY: Here we are. How do you burn like that, anyway?

FREDA: I don't know. It's like trying to remember a dream. Some things come right at you, full. But if you over think is gone. I remember when I've been at school but I can't remember yesterday. So squila-boo.

GWEN: What do you remember?

FREDA: Pets. A sight from a window. A mano yelling reaching down. A hole in the roof with smoke rushing out. Bang! Canister mills explode, crash stairs collapsed.

ANDY: And that's how you got burned?

FREDA: It doesn't feel like my memory. More like something I've seen in the TV.

GWEN: Anything else?

FRED: An address. 51 Lundy Street.

ANDY: That's here in Cardiff.

FREDA: That's right.

ANDY: What's in there?

FREDA: I don't know. All I sees is a tree. A big one with yellow flowers. I remember a name too. Moira Evans. I don't know if it's part of the same thing. Can I go there? It may help me remember.

ANDY: I don't see why not, with an escort.

GWEB: Andy! I'd have to get clearance, once the blood work comes trough.

ANDY: Blood work?

FREDA: Yeah, fair. I knew you said no.

GWEN: I haven't said no.

FREDA: As good as. you's acting as if my friends but febray my chelors. (?)

GWEN: Hey, hey! We're stuck here too, Freda! I'd love to go home but until we get the all clear, I can't.

FREDA: I've told you I ain't sick.

ANDY: Let's hope not, hey?

GWEN: All right, I'm... All then. Shall I put a dressing on that or you can have a bath?

FREDA: A bath? It's permission to have a bath.

GWEN: I actively encourage it.

FREDA: What about the water ration?

GWEN: We don't have that here. There's lot of water in Cardiff. Hot water if you fancy a soak.

FREDA: That's right? It's too much this, too much!

ANDY: You're telling me.

JACK: Aha. Aha. Gotcha ya'. Ianto, take a look at this! Today rifts stats. Look.

IANTO: Ah, nothing. No activity.

JACK: Aha. But if I increase the sample rate. There! 7:03 AM by the weare. (?)

IANTO: That's tiny. Too small to even trip the alarm.

JACK: But just big enough to let someone trough.

IANTO: We should update Gwen.

JACK: Put her on speaker.

(sound of telephone ringing)

GWEN: Hello?

JACK: Gwen. There was a rift spike this morning above the river at Maindy(?).

GWEN: (trough the speaker) You think she came trough? She was soaking, it fits.

JACK: The spike was very localized like, like somebody opening a window.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) What are you saying? She can control the rift?

JACK: Someone can. And she was carrying a potentially dangerous piece of kit.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) So she comes here for a reason.

JACK: It's possible.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) She remembered a contact. Moira Evans, 51 Lundy Street. And something about a house fire. That's all I got so far.

JACK: Got it.

ANDY: (trough the speaker) I'll call the station. Get occupancy data.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) It's okay, Andy. We are handling it.

IANTO: We tested the gun. It's future tech, not our work. A remote control, powerful enough to shut security cameras.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) And what about the blood test?

IANTO: Should be finished in... twenty minutes.

ANDY: (trough the speaker) Tell them about the water ration.

GWEN: (trough the speaker) I'd better go.

JACK: Keep that pet Bobby on a leash. Don't make me retcon him.

GWEN: I'll do my best.

JACK: And Gwen, she may look like an innocent traveller but until we know that for sure stay focus, objective.

ANDY: She talks about canister meals and carries a radar gun. She has a Cardiff accent but uses odd words. You talk about some rift thing.

GWEN: Whatever you're thinking, stop!

ANDY: You quarantine me, and that's all you're gonna say.

GWEN: Andy, I can tell you, I'm sorry. You've heard too much already.

ANDY: This rift, it's like a parallel universe, right?

GWEN: No!

ANDY: What then?

GWEN: You're here to protect Freda, yes?

ANDY: Yes.

GWEN: Then... try and go with it. You may see and hear things that don't make sense. But if you panic, she'll panic. And who knows-

FREDA: (?)

GWEN: Ah, it's just pizza with a bit of salad. It's that all right for you?

FREDA: Is it vegable?

ANDY: No, it's jam and mushroom.

FREDA: Oh, it doesn't matter. I is too hungry.

GWEN: You'll reach the short strode, Freda. Ianto is...

FREDA: Hungry. Watch out for your pets. Who says that? Don't let them out, there is a Gosthie about. That word again. Gosthie.

ANDY: What are you doing? Crabs out,(?) grab a plate.

FREDA: Hanging football. (?)

GWEN: You okay?

FREDA: Ah, yeah. Are this fresh tomatoes?

ANDY: Yeah. Top balls, right?

FREDA: Right. He's picking up the scandy (?), quite man. (Gwen laughs) What? (Gwen continues laughing) What?

GWEN: The amazing powers of junk food. You're almost human again. We need to get some proper clothes for you, Freda. Help you blend in,

FREDA: I should do something about my hair and all. I've got this burn blips, see?

GWEN: Well, now that you're mentioning it...

FREDA: But I ain't got no money.

GWEN: We'll pay.

ANDY: No more shoplifting.

FREDA: I didn't shoplift on purpose. It were a mistake. My URC malfunction.

GWEN: Your what?

FREDA: Universal Remote Control.

ANDY: What, the gun?

FREDA: Right. You wanna buy something, you run the URC over that's coat and it doubers(?) your ration. But is no work here.

GWEN: No, it wouldn't.

ANDY: Hang on.

FREDA: Are you eating that?

ANDY: Am I hearing this right?

GWEN: Have it.

ANDY: Where she's from they've got personal debit machines.

GWEN: Andy...

ANDY: But no tomatoes, no water. It's like she's from here, but a different here.

GWEN: Oh, please. Just leave it.

ANDY: She's from the future! That's it, isn't it?

GWEN: Right, come on, Freda. Girl time. I'm gonna give you that haircut.

JACK: Okay, Moira Evans. Pay a single occupancy council tax on Lundy Street. But she doesn't have a bank account, passport or national insurance number. (Ianto hums) What's up?
IANTO: I've got the results.

JACK: And?

IANTO: Freda doesn't have any T cells.

JACK: No immune system?

IANTO: Her minocyclane is healthy.

JACK: Does she have a virus or not?
IANTO: All scans negative.

JACK: Run them again.

IANTO: I am. I also checked haemoglobin, and look. Her blood chemistry is just bizarre. I'm not expert, Jack, but surely that can't be human.

FREDA: Oi! Don't cut no more off!

GWEN: Just need to even up the sides. There! But do you think?

FREDA: Is all right. Should I put them up (?) with some product? Head the wrong way. You said that now?

GWEN: No, but I catch your drift. The words you use, there is some German in it, isn't it?

FREDA: Don't know, is just how people talk. Lot of islanders comes in in my time.

GWEN: You're remembering, aren't you?

FREDA: Bits.

GWEN: What's your date of birth?

FREDA: 30-05-53, since the new UK a1a9045/ca29b. Yeah, it's coming back full.

GWEN: So you are now... sixteen?

FREDA: Seventeen.

GWEN: So you came from two thousand... 2069? What's it like?

FREDA: Dark, quick powers and permission in the day time, see? Gotta conserve resources.

GWEN: You said something about rationing?

FREDA: We got what we need, most of the time. But they aren't all the choices as.

GWEN: Sounds like you live in different times.

FREDA: Is what I used to.

GWEN: You okay?

FREDA: I just feel homesick for something. Real bad. But I can't remember what.

GWEN: Can you remember how you got here?

FREDA: I drown the river, that's all.

GWEN: Nothing before that.

FREDA: No.

GWEN: Really? Nothing?

FREDA: It make no sense.

GWEN: Maybe it will to me. Well, try me.

FREDA: I fell out the sky. I were in the fire. I were on the roof. I were in the light storm for so long and then I fall out in the sky into the river. That ain't possible, is it? Ain't possible.

GWEN: Actually, it is. Cardiff has a big secret. There's a kind of door in the sky that goes to other places, other times. No, I don't know if you opened that door or just fell trough somehow, but here you are. You came trough the Rift.

FREDA: Rift? Okay.

GWEN: That's probably why your memory is all messed up.

FREDA: Will it came back?

GWEN: Well, it started to, so that's good, yeah?

FREDA: Can I go home?

GWEN: We're working on that, but at the moment we can't control the rift. I'm sorry.

FREDA: I ain't got much to go go back to, that I remember. I miss my mum. Where I is from people is over stressed, angry. Gotta take out on someone. The Ghosties got it worst, but anybody a bit different is...

GWEN: What- what are Ghosties? (phone rings) Hold that thought.

ANDY: (from the distance) Peace and davits in here. Hello, Jack. (now closer) Ah, no, she is in the bathroom.

GWEN: It's all right, Andy, I've got it. Hi, I'm here. You've got the results? No virus. What kind of problem?

ANDY: What? What's the matter?

GWEN: What?
ANDY: What's he saying?

GWEN: Okay, so what do we do now? I'll bring her in. (hangs out the phone)

ANDY: So, what's going on?

GWEN: Lockdown. I'm taking her to the Hub.

ANDY: Okay, I'll call the station.

GWEN: No.

ANDY: No?

GWEN: I'm sorry, Andy. But your case is closed.

ANDY: What?

GWEN: We're taking it from here.

ANDY: No way. Wherever she goes, I go.

GWEN: She has to be isolated.

ANDY: Why? What's wrong with her?

GWEN: She's different, okay? Um, um.

ANDY: And that's all you're gonna say. Gwen, I've trusted you with this Torchwood thing because I kept telling myself, she is a good person and she's doing the right thing. But this... Locking down a vulnerable kid, isolating her. I mean, that's basic human rights, Gwen. I can't just trust you on this. You have to tell me.

GWEN: Okay. She's not human.

ANDY: What you're saying? She's an animal?

GWEN: No, Andy.

ANDY: A monster? An alien?

GWEN: Oh, keep your voice down.

ANDY: Freda is an alien!

(sounds of glass being broken)

GWEN: God, Freda! Freda! She jumped straight trough the glass.

ANDY: That's over twenty feet.

GWEN: She's getting away.

FREDA: Don't run, mum says. If you run, they hostile you. But is her wants to run. Can hardly stop herself. Fear goes down her arm into my hand as we got up towards the runway (?) posts. The dogs. Yes, officer, here is our papers. Smile, as my guts turn over. Why is us so scared? Because is us they after.

GWEN: Oi! Look where are you going!

FREDA: Sorry!

(sirens are heard)

ANDY: I can't believe it, she looks so human.

GWEN: The physiology is totally different.

ANDY: But she (?) like a human, she cries like a human.

GWEN: Would you keep your eyes in the road?

ANDY: I can't believe it.

GWEN: Soft down, man.

ANDY: This can't be real.

GWEN: And turn down the blues, Andy, this is supposed to be a covered operation.

ANDY: But we have to stop her!

GWEN: For what? Taking over the world? She is on foot, unarmed, taking for Lundy Street. Jack, is making here too. We just pick her up and take her to the Hub. Calmly! Okay? Thank you.

ANDY: So, this is what you do then? Fight monsters.

GWEN: We deal with whatever comes trough the Rift. Sometimes is alien.

ANDY: I knew it.

GWEN: Once it was a light-weight aircraft from 1953.

ANDY: Why didn't you tell me?

GWEN: Because I knew how you'd react?

ANDY: What do you mean react? Oi! This is a one-way street, pal! What is it? National peas-seance (?) day?

FREDA: 55, 53, 51. 51 Lundy Street. There is the arquecia. Tree from the other side of the world. Shouldn't live in Cardiff, bit it do. Did. Until they had to cut it down, to grow vege. Round the back, by the trash crash, in there, there has been beans, not dog bark, 'cuz he don't exist yet neither. The garden. I remembers this place so wild, shed and punt. Feels wrong with that bust of mind. Important to have a dog, mum said, dogs don't like Ghosties. Mum. Mum. can't breathe. Something bad. Overbad. Something my body remembers. Don't wanna remember.

GWEN: Freda!

FREDA: You! Why is you here?

GWEN: We are here to take you to safety.

FREDA: Prison you mean.

GWEN: Look, we're trying to help you.

FREDA: Help? You lock us up! Tells us I got a disease, calls us a monster. I ain't coming. I stay in here.

ANDY: I suggest you cooperate.

FREDA: Or what?

GWEN: Andy, I'm handling this. So you wanna to stay here? Well, let's talk about that. Why this house?

FREDA: I don't know.

GWEN: What do you remember about it?
FREDA: Nothing.

ANDY: Who's Moira Evans? Is she one of you? Is she your leader?

FREDA: Leader?

GWEN: Andy!

FREDA: She's my grandma! Yeah... Grandma Evans. Oh, I remember. This was our house. I growed up here. We all lived here, me, mum, gran.

ANDY: It's an invasion.

GWEN: Andy, please!

FREDA: I do not what he is talking about!

GWEN: Freda, do you know that you're not human.

FREDA: What?

GWEN: We looked at your blood.

FREDA: No.

GWEN: It's there in black and white.

FREDA: It's a lie.

ANDY: Freda, we know. You just jumped up out a second floor window, slashed your arm but you're not bleeding, why?

FREDA: Because... I'm what? Alien? Ghostie? Is that what you think? That is it, ain't it? I am.

GWEN: We think so, yes.

FREDA: So what? What is it to you? What is matter what is in my blood? My family lived here for fifty years without causing no trouble to no one. Why is you hostiling me, I done nothing wrong!

ANDY: You were carrying a weapon.

FREDA: An URC!

ANDY: You came trough the Rift.

FREDA: By accident!

ANDY: You are an alien.

GWEN: Oh, Andy! You're not helping!

FREDA: Half-alien. My dad were human.

ANDY: Oh, that's all right then!

FREDA: So what are you gonna do, squad-man, shoot us?

GWEN: No one is gonna get shot, Freda. Torchwood is gonna help.

FREDA: Torchwood.

GWEN: But you have to come with us.

FREDA: Torchwood. What's that smell? That horrible smell.

GWEN: Freda?

(sound of flames and things burning)

FREDA: The fire! The fire were here! I remember! Flames! Hard to breath! Burning. Burning hair! (distant sound of a woman screaming) It tried to kill us.

GWEN: Who did?

FREDA: You! People! Killed my mum, just like you always said you would!

GWEN: Freda, it's okay.

FREDA: Get away from me! Leave me alone!

(sound of a motor)

JACK: Freeze! Get on the floor and put your hands were I can see them! On the floor, now!

FREDA: Or what? You'll shoot me? Do it! I ain't got nothing to lose. Do it! Do it!

GWEN: Freda, come back here!

JACK: It's okay, I'll get her. Freda. Freda!

GWEN: Jack, you didn't.

JACK: Leave the keys in the bike. Guess I must have.

GWEN: We lost her.

JACK: So where she gone? Think! Who does she know? What does she want?

ANDY: She wants to go home.

JACK: But she can't.

GWEN: But she must try, Jack.

JACK: Right. She is heading for the river. I'll drive.

GWEN: So what do we when we find her.

JACK: I've got a concussion grenade.

GWEN: Not looking (?) enough.

JACK: Weevil spray?

GWEN: No, too windy.

JACK: There's always the stun gun.

GWEN: Make sure it's set to stun, then. Remember, the stories of Walf War.

JACK: How could I forget, there's still spines in the ceiling.

(car suddenly stops)

GWEN: What is it? W-why we stopped?

ANDY: I'm not happy.
JACK: Oh, you're not happy.

ANDY: You say she is not dangerous, but you are getting out grenades and stun guns. I mean, Freda is not a freak with spines. She is a teenage girl-

JACK: Half-alien.

ANDY: Yeah, and half-human. So you don't just shoot her.

JACK: She is out on the run.

ANDY: Of course she is running. Her mum burnt to death in front of her and you show a gun in her face, what would you do? Let me talk to her. Give me 5 minutes with her, if I can't bring her in, all right, I'll stun her. Give me a chance, please.

GWEN: Come on, Jack.

JACK: Okay. Okay! Why I counted it (?) Hey!

GWEN: Whow!

JACK: Where are you going?

ANDY: Shortcut.

JACK: Trough the arc.

ANDY: Nice thing about over operations is that you don't have to be subtle.

JACK: Hey, I like your style.

ANDY: Yeah... I have a cousin in Macounty (?), he was abducted by aliens, right?

JACK: Really?

ANDY: I don't believe it myself. Whole world to chose from, I'd pick a toose hom (?) like him?

JACK: Cut the chat, keep your foot on the gas.

ANDY: You guys should get yourself a teleporter, like in Star Trek, it save a lot of border.

JACK: Yeah, I'll bear that in mind. I wonder, if I retconed him now, will he still be able to drive?

FREDA: Is a long way down. Can see my reflection. Just a shadow or woke up in the water. What is I? Ghostie. Grey skin. Don't belong on this earth. Don't belong nowhere. The fire didn't take me. Sky spout me out. Maybe the river will have me. They say that drowning is like going sleep. Just step over the railing. And let go.

ANDY: Nice evening, Foret.

FREDA: Go away!

ANDY: I'm here to help.

FREDA: Help me die! That's what you all want.

ANDY: Freda, I'm sorry about your mum. She must've been very strong to keep you save all this years. A brave woman.

FREDA: She was!

ANDY: And now you're alone in a world that doesn't make sense. And there's none you can trust. But it's okay. A lot of people feel like that.

FREDA: I don't think so.

ANDY: No, no, they do. It doesn't matter where they're from, what they've been trough. that's just how they feel. How I feel sometimes.

FREDA: Febray?

ANDY: Oh, yeah. That feeling even's got a name. Alienation.

FREDA: Nice.

ANDY: But it means that deep down everyone is the same, right?. In fact, if you didn't feel alien sometimes you wouldn't be human.

FREDA: Yeah...
ANDY: As long as you can remember that, you can, kind of, get on with life. Your mum would want you to get on with life. You're cold.

FREDA: Froze. I can't feel my finger, no long.

ANDY: Give me your hand. Come on. Okay. Step over the side. Yeah, that's it. Okay. I got you. Yeah. You made it, all right.

FREDA: My mum she was different. Not because of being alien but who she were. Funny, though, like you (referring to Gwen). You've got kids?

GWEN: Ah, no.

FREDA: You should.

GWEN: I'm not sure about bringing a child into this.

FREDA: It takes a lot you've given, don't you? (?)

GWEN: You all right?

FREDA: It's back out, this things of brave (?). My body is all heavy, like is not mine.

GWEN: Tell me about your granmother.

FREDA: (sighs) My grandma Evans were an alien, febray. The solar frames were killing him in their planet, see? So they sent all this little life-craft into space. (sighs) Tandy line clock (?) One lands here, 30 aliens among all our billions. Getting along, having jobs, an erks, having Ghostie kids, grandkids, like me. Some of them don't even know. Tough ballic (?) when people finds out.

GWEN: I can imagine.

FREDA: Gwen... this is already here, out there in your time, waiting to goblin you up. Unable to paint on a windows. Or to step out our house. Mum drowned in the smoke. Can you drown in smoke? (Gwen sighs) Then this mano, made a whole in the roof and held out his hand. Opened up the sky. She was lying there and the flames were coming and I left her. (cries) No. No, I-I don't wanna remember no more. I can't stop remembering.

GWEN: It's all right.

FREDA: I can't do it, Gwen. I can't live here without here. I can't, I can't.

GWEN: I can help you.

FREDA: No one can.

GWEN: I can. Listen, we have a medicine called Retcon. We give it to people who had experienced something they need to forget.

FREDA: Is it safe?

GWEN: I had it.

FREDA: Febray, so you've forgotten stuff.

GWEN: I had the memories flowing to fill missing time. The human brain is a clever thing.

FREDA: So I won't even know that I have forgotten.

GWEN: No. you can start again. A new life, new memories.

FREDA: I don't want that.

GWEN: Think it over.

FREDA: I don't need to. I don't wanna forget her. She is part of me, kind of what it is, right?

GWEN: You're a brave young woman. That was you are. Who was he, the man who saved you?

FREDA: I don't know. Three foot, he said something like that, or what is it, Torchwood?

GWEN: Torchwood? Are you sure, Freda? Freda?

JACK: How's the patient?

GWEN: Sleeping.

JACK: Good.

ANDY: I think I'll slurp with the frostbit. (?)

GWEN: Good idea, Andy. You do that. Listen. Freda just said something very odd. She thinks Torchwood rescued her from the house fire and opened up the sky. What do you make of that?

JACK: So in the future Torchwood can control the rift.

IANTO: And they sent here, now, why?

GWEN: Well, big questions.

IANTO: Maybe Freda knows the answer.

GWEN: I don't think she had the time to stop and ask. She refused to take retcon.

JACK: Then she has to be isolated. Her future knowledge is too dangerous.

IANTO: That's a bit hypocritical, Jack. You pretty gun-holed with the time land yourself.

JACK: I'm much more responsible this days.

GWEN: I think what really bothers you is that she's part alien.

JACK: And so it should. Her DNA can have a major impact in human evolution.

GWEN: Yeah, but she's not the only one out there, Jack. (stumbles) You know, what are you gonna do? Hunt them all down?

IANTO: Then Freda would never exist.

GWEN: Her people are peaceful, refugees. Their planet became uninhabitable.

IANTO: She can't go home, can't go back to the future.

JACK: But she shouldn't be here. If we don't isolate her, we have to retcon her, whether she likes it or not.

GWEN: Her memories are all she has!

JACK: And they nearly push her off a bridge.

IANTO: Keep your voices down, guys.

GWEN: So what do we do?

JACK: By the green. (?)

IANTO: Maybe the future Torchwood didn't sent Freda back for her benefit, but ours.

GWEN: Hmm?

IANTO: Maybe what we're doing now creates this whole situation in the future.

GWEN: What? Like Torchwood's legacy? The anti-alien backlash?

IANTO: Doesn't have to be.

JACK: So what? We open our doors to the universe and spread the love? Come on! You've seen what's out there.

GWEN: Not everything that comes trough the Rift is bad. Okay, shoot the monsters but the others? Come on, Jack, someone has to take responsibility.

IANTO: Well, couldn't Social Services help Freda?

GWEN: No cases history.

IANTO: Andy could help us putting up something together. If we don't retcon him.

GWEN: We'd had to give Freda continuing support too.

IANTO: We could set you up as a key work, Gwen, you've got the police experience.

GWEN: Teamwork.

IANTO: I like it.

JACK: Hold on! Hold on! Torchwood isn't run by comedian now.

IANTO: Sorry, Jack.

JACK: This is my decision, okay?

GWEN: Okay.

JACK: (sighs) But one way or the other, it looks like Torchwood is getting an Asylum policy.

FREDA: Mum? Mum?

ANDY: No. It's me, Andy. You're at the safe house.

FREDA: Andy?
ANDY: Squad-man? It's all right, go back to sleep.

FREDA: I had a dream.

ANDY: I know. Don't worry. I'll stay with you.

FREDA: Andy. I is going to be okay, ain't I?

ANDY: Yeah. I know all is a bit squila-boo right now. you're a tough now, Freda. You're gonna be fine. I promise.

FREDA: Safe house. Friends talking. I ain't alone. Someone nears us is breathing. Soft, like waves. I imagine space walking by a stream. I steps in the water. It goes round my feet. Safe for me. The sound of the water changes, just for a moment, then it flows on just like before.

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