The House of the Dead - Transcript
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sariagrayHey everyone! I just wrote this amazing fic!
Just kidding. I did, however, transcribe all of The House of the Dead. Because I am nuts. There may be errors and there are none of the sound effects and whatnot. Let me know if anything needs to be corrected.
I tried to write fic, I tried to come up with a review or reaction, but nothing was happening. So I just started writing things verbatim.
Feel free to use this for...whatever you like. It is NOT MINE. It belongs to James Goss, and the BBC, and RTD, and the voice actors, and a billion people in suits. I just did the grunt work. Have fun!
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ariaidjit for the correction! :)
The House of the Dead
-James Goss
Barry: Time please, time at the bar. So if you’d like to take your places and join Mrs Wintergreen by the fire.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Gather ‘round, everyone. The dead don’t like to be kept waiting.
Ianto: Jack. Gwen. Hurry up. It’s starting.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Closer, that’s it. If we could all join hands. That’s right. Now then. Tonight is the last night of the House of the Dead, the most haunted pub in Wales. And you’ve all come looking for someone you’ve lost. So, without any further adieu, I summon the dead. I summon the dead. Will you come to us tonight?
Ianto: Jack. Something’s happening.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Think of your loved ones, of whom you wish to see again. Feel their spirits reaching out, drawing closer. Come, gentle ghosts. Come, to the House of the Dead.
Barry: Gentle ghosts. Are you having a laugh?
WoMan: Did you see that chair?
Barry: Someone’ll have to pay for that!
Ianto: Jack. Where are you?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Peace, unquiet shade.
Barry: I booked you for a séance, Mrs. Wintergreen. Not to trash the place, love.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m sorry Barry, this has never happened before, but isn’t it amazing. Everyone, stay calm. The spirit mean us no harm.
Ianto: Jack. Gwen. Where are you? It’s getting out of control.
WoMan: Reginald, look. Incredible. No one is touching the glass, it’s moving by itself.
Man: What’s it saying?
Mrs. Wintergreen: It’s spelling a name. Spirit, tell us. Who is coming? J-A-C…
*tapping and electricity and gasps*
Barry: Everyone stay calm. The fuse must’ve blown.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Someone’s coming through. Look at the door. I see him coming. It’s a soldier.
Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. You’re all in terrible danger.
Barry: Can someone light the candles, please?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Captain Harkness, my name is Evadne Wintergreen. Do not be afraid, friendly spirit. You have come to us from the other side.
Jack: From Cardiff, actually.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I beg your pardon?
Jack: I’ve come to warn you.
Ianto: Jack! You’re late!
Jack: Ianto! Oh, good to see you.
Ianto: I’m sorry, Jack. I couldn’t stop it.
Barry: Hey! Wait. You’re saying you’re not a ghost?
Jack: Flesh and blood, I assure you. Now, listen to me –
Mrs. Wintergreen: How disappointing! I knew I felt a presence in this room.
Jack: Please! I’ve come to warn you. You’re in a lot of danger.
Ianto: Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here, would we?
Jack: The séance has got to stop.
Mrs. Wintergreen: We can’t just stop! We’ve broken through to the other side!
Barry: It was scary, I grant you. But all just a harmless bit of fun.
Jack: Uh, what’s going on here is not fun. Are you the landlord?
Barry: You’re right, I am. And you are?
Jack: Listen. I need to have a word with you.
Barry: Come with me. I’ve got a fuse to mend.
(Torchwood music)
Barry: Now then. Hold that torch, will you, while I sort this out.
Jack: I realize this sounds odd, but you have to listen to me –
Barry: You’re from the brewery, aren’t you?
Jack: No, I’m from –
Barry: How much did they pay you, son? Huh? Fifty? A hundred? Unbelievable! They can’t even let us enjoy our last night! Here you go. Let there be light. Ah! Much better.
Jack: I’m not from the brewery.
Barry: Oh. You just happened to turn up to ruin our closing party. You know how long this place has been open?
Jack: Six hundred years.
Barry: Right. The most haunted pub in Wales. The House of the Dead. Imagine the history in this building.
Jack: Believe me, I am.
Barry: The brewery changes hands and suddenly, this building is worth more as flats. Flats! All we’re doing is giving the building a send-off, A - a leaving party for the ghosts. Mrs. Wintergreen’s the best in the business.
Jack: She’s not working alone.
Barry: Team of helpers, is it, huh? You’re one of them, huh? All part of the spectacle, eh? Say no more. Won’t let on.
Jack: I’m not working with her. Mrs. Wintergreen is a very gifted psychic and she has made contact with something very dangerous. If this séance goes ahead, everyone here will die. I can’t save you.
Barry: Just go home. You may not believe in it, but the people out there do.
Jack: I do believe in it! That’s why I can’t let it go head!
Barry: Just go home! I’m asking nicely.
Jack: Stop the séance. I’m asking nicely!
Barry: Fair enough. Can I have my torch back?
Jack: Sure.
Barry: Thanks very much. Mate.
Gwen: Ianto. Ianto? What’s happening?
Ianto: Gwen! Oh, Gwen. We couldn’t stop the séance. It was weird, furniture flying everywhere.
Gwen: Aw, you’re kidding. So that’s why Jack wanted us here.
Ianto: What, he didn’t tell you, either?
Gwen: Jack Harkness, playing his cards close to his chest.
Ianto: Surprise. Where are you?
Gwen: On my way. It’s taking a bit longer than I thought.
Ianto: Tell me about it. Traffic’s a nightmare.
Gwen: Shouldn’t be long. Ianto, find out what Jack’s up to. I’m worried.
Ianto: Yeah. Actually, where is Jack?
Ianto: Jack!
Jack: Uh. Ianto.
Ianto: Jack! What happened to you?
Jack: Oh, the landlord knocked me out cold.
Ianto: He is very large.
Jack: Mm. Shoulda seen it coming. Then again, tonight is full of surprises.
Ianto: Let me clear you up. Here. *Something something something – sounds like ‘let me assist?’* Could you not have pulled your gun out on him?
Jack: Left it at home. Tonight’s the night for magic, not guns.
Ianto: Really? Jack. What’s happening here? I mean, that was no ordinary séance out there, was it? I’m worried.
Jack: You’re worried? Oh, Ianto –
Ianto: What’s going on?
Jack: There is a secret, hidden underneath the rift. A shadow from the oldest universe of all. Syriath: The Death-Feeder. She’s been trapped since before there was such a thing as time.
Ianto: And she’s found a way to escape.
Jack: Yeah. Everything’s in alignment. At the right place, at the right time, comes the right woman.
Ianto: Mrs. Wintergreen.
Jack: She’s the bridge between worlds. A powerful psychic holding a séance in the most haunted pub in Wales.
Ianto: The House of the Dead. Built on ley lines, inside an old stone circle, and smack on top of the rift. Right. If anything would work, that would do it.
Jack: The pub is on a crack in the rift. A point weak enough for Syriath to escape if someone strong enough reaches out to her. And the ghosts are tempting Mrs. Wintergreen to do just that.
Ianto: Wait, the ghosts here are real?
Jack: Syriath comes before time, so she can bend it. She’s sending people visions to trap them. All these people have come here, wanting to see their loved ones just one more time. And Syriath is feeding off that need. She’ll ensnare them, and then she’ll devour them. If she reaches this world, she’ll rip it apart using the dead as her weapon.
Ianto: How can we defeat her?
Jack: If we can prevent them from making contact with Syriath, we may be able to save everyone here. If we can’t, then they’ll be her first victims.
Ianto: We’ve got to stop that séance.
Jack: There’s one more thing, Ianto. Syriath knows I’m here. She will use the ghosts of the dead against us.
Ianto: That came from the bar!
Ness: Something touched me! It’s so cold! And that smell. I know that smell.
Mrs. Wintergreen: The spirits are drawing near. Come, everyone. Let’s give it another try, shall we? We summon the dead. Don’t be scared. Our lost ones are reaching out to us. Don’t reject them. Bring them close.
Ianto: Everyone, stop!
Jack: Stop this! Listen to me!
Mrs. Wintergreen: They’re coming through!
Mrs. Wintergreen: The dead are with us. Is there someone here called Ness?
Ness: Yes. That’s me.
Mrs. Wintergreen: There’s someone here for you. You’re brother.
Ness: Tony! It must be Tony. I knew I could smell his aftershave!
Mrs. Wintergreen: You will see him very soon. And Barry. Where are you, dear?
Barry: Over here, Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Your wife Helen has joined us. She’s so proud of you for keeping this place going. And she forgives you.
Barry: Helen? Helen, where are you, love? I want to see you.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Concentrate and you shall. Everyone, think of your loved ones. Reach out to them and they’ll reach back.
Ianto: This is real, isn’t it?
Jack: Yes it is.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Is there a Ianto Jones among us?
Ianto: That ‘s me.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I have a message from his father.
Ianto: What?
Mrs. Wintergreen: It’s the word ‘betrayal.’
Jack: That’s enough! You’ve gone too far, Mrs. Wintergreen! You don’t know what you’re doing! You have to stop. Wake up, Mrs. Wintergreen!
Ianto: Wake up, Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: The trance is broken.
Barry: Helen. Love. Where are you? I’ll do anything.
Ness: Tony? I can’t see you!
Mrs. Wintergreen: They’ve all gone, my dears. They’ve all gone home.
Barry: Uergh! You again! I thought I made it clear you weren’t welcome. What the hell did you do that for?
Jack: It was going too far. You cannot complete the ceremony.
Barry: What gave you the right, eh? They were here!
Ness: They were real!
Jack: Yeah. Yes they were. The dead were in this room. Doesn’t that tell you this is wrong?
Ness: I don’t care! I was about to see my Tony again and you ruined it!
Barry: I’m throwing you out.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Everyone, don’t worry. Leave this to me. Come along, Mr. Harkness. Let’s have a little chat.
Jack: Mrs. Wintergreen, you’re beguiled. You are offering a lifeline to something evil.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Do you know what a ghost really is, Jack? It’s not a flickering light, a creaking floorboard, or a face pressed up against a window. A ghost is just someone who’s come back to say goodbye.
Jack: No. These aren’t those kind of ghosts. You are dredging something up from depths so dark. Syriath is an ancient evil. She does exactly what you do; she toys with the dead.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I don’t toy with the dead. Look at what I’ve done! I made everyone out there so happy. Why should I stop?
Jack: She’ll feed off you. You’ll all die.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I can’t believe that. The ghosts are kind. Haven’t you ever lost anyone, Jack?
Jack: Yes. I have.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Then you know that people will do anything just to see them once more.
Jack: Hm. It’s too late, isn’t it?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Yes. Yes. Syriath, is it? I think I’d like to talk to you, to say thank you.
Barry: Everyone! Your attention, please. In the circumstances, I’m opening the bar again. I’m sure we could all do with a drink.
Ianto: Uh, yeah. Any chance I could get a cup of coffee, please?
Barry: Blasted coffee machine’s broken. Where’s Tim? Don’t tell me he’s resigned again. That’s the third time this week! I’m off to change the barrels in the cellar.
Ianto: So. No coffee, then.
Gwen: Ianto.
Ianto: Gwen. Listen. Jack says something terrible’s escaping from the rift.
Gwen: Why hasn’t he told us before?
Ianto: I don’t know. I’m in the bar making sure they don’t start up again while he searches the pub.
Gwen: Ianto, is Jack behaving normally?
Ianto: Well, he’s not himself, no. It’s like he’s…spooked. How long ‘til you get here?
Gwen: Oh, not far now. I’ll be with you as soon as I can. Find out what’s wrong with Jack.
Ianto: I’ll try, Gwen.
Gwen: Thanks, Ianto. You’re one in a million.
Mr. Jones: I’m waiting for you, Ianto.
Ianto: It can’t be you.
Mr. Jones: Come upstairs.
Barry: Right then. Where’s that new barrel? Who’s there? Not another nutter.
Helen: No, Barry. It’s me.
Barry: Helen, I can – I can see you. It really is you.
Helen: Of course it is! I wouldn’t miss your last night, would I? Not for the world. Sorry, I’ll clear that up in a minute. Oh, and there I go again.
Barry: You look just the same, Helen, love.
Helen: Oh, and you’ve put on a bit of weight! Oh, that suits you.
Barry: Does it? Oh, I’ve missed you.
Helen: Yeah. Me, too. Come here!
Barry: Your hands are cold.
Helen: I know. You can warm me up.
Barry: Oh Helen. Helen, my love. You smell just the same. This feels good. Like old times. Quick clutch in the stockroom.
Helen: Why don’t you have a drink?
Barry: No, I don’t drink anymore.
Helen: Oh, you have changed! Come on, just one sip. For old time’s sake, eh? That keeps happening, sorry.
Barry: I’ll clean it up later. You’re back. That’s all that matters. Helen, love, you’re still so cold.
Helen: That’s ‘cause I’m dead, love.
Barry: Yeah, sorry, huh. What was that?
Helen: Mmmm, oh it just means I’m hungry. So hungry!
Ianto: Hello? I’m here. Hello?
Mr. Jones: Hello, son.
Ianto: Oh my God.
Mr. Jones: You’re looking well. Nice suit. Those shoes could’ve done with a polish.
Ianto: It really is you.
Mr. Jones: ‘Course it is. Come here, Ianto.
Ianto: You’re dead.
Mr. Jones: Yes. Right. You never called, did you?
Ianto: Sorry?
Mr. Jones: I got that mobile specially. My first one. Made sure your mother gave you the number. They don’t allow them in hospitals, not normally, but they made an exception for me. I was waiting for an important call.
Ianto: Don’t – Dad.
Mr. Jones: I kept it plugged into the charger. Nurse said it wouldn’t do the battery any good in the long term, like it mattered. I waited for you to call. Three weeks.
Ianto: Didn’t know what to say.
Mr. Jones: You never did, did you? But that’s in the past. Come here. There’s something not quite right about the shoulders in that jacket.
Ianto: Dad!
Mr. Jones: Oh, nothing wrong with the fabric. Lovely bit of material. But the cut’s a shame. Didn’t want to see me then, don’t want to see me now.
Ianto: That’s not fair. Why’ve you come back? We never had that much to say to each other. And now – I mean –
Mr. Jones: I was offered the chance. To talk to you.
Ianto: Who offered you the chance?
Mr. Jones: Now you’re interested in what I have to say.
Ianto: You’ve come back from the dead with a message.
Mr. Jones: Your…friend. Jack. Get him to leave, can’t you? He can’t stop her from returning, not now, and she’s bringing us all back, too. Don’t you see? The dead, we’re all coming back, Ianto! Your mum, me, and so many friends. Owen, Toshiko, and that nice girl of yours.
Ianto: Lisa?
Mr. Jones: Ianto, we’re really coming back to life. Isn’t that great? Tell Jack that, eh? Tell him to just turn around and leave with you.
Ianto: We can’t just leave.
Mr. Jones: I’ll tell you a little secret, Ianto. We’re more alike than you think.
Ianto: What do you mean?
Mr. Jones: We’ll both betray the ones we love.
Ianto: No. No, we won’t. I am not like you.
Mr. Jones: Yes you are, son. You are just like me.
Ianto: No. No! Dad…Dad!
Jack: Ianto.
Ianto: Jack.
Jack: Oh, Ianto Jones. I came looking for you.
Ianto: Here I am.
Jack: Hey, what happened?
Ianto: See – I’ve seen my father. That was my dad. It really was him. Oh God -
Jack: Hey, hey! It’s okay, it’s okay, look, I’m here. Ianto. I’m sorry. I warned you Syriath would use the dead against us. Mrs. Wintergreen. What has she done?
Ianto: Excuse me. Can we get past?
Ness: Stop, please!
Jack: I’ve got to get in there.
Ness: My name’s Ness.
Jack: Nice to meet you, Ness. Love to chat, but –
Ness: Don’t, please, don’t go back to the bar!
Jack: Something terrible is about to happen. You have to trust me.
Ness: I don’t know what to believe. But I do know my brother, Tony. Not handsome, crap job, scruffy, rank aftershave, but he was my brother and I loved him. And she’s bringing him back to me.
Jack: The dead, you can’t trust them. Believe me, you can’t.
Ness: If someone you loved came back to you, you’d hold onto them and you would never let them go, would you?
Jack: I – I know what I have to do!
Ianto: I’m sorry. I really am.
Ness: Please, stop! Oh, Tony.
Tony: I’m here, Ness. I’m here!
Ness: Tony! Oh, so cold all of the sudden.
Tony: Here.
Ness: Oh, it’s good to see you. You…didn’t hear what I was saying, did you?
Tony: Doesn’t matter. Oh, come here, Nessie, and hold me. Oh, I’m cold. I’m so cold and…I’m so…hungry.
Mrs. Wintergreen: We call on Syriath, Queen of the Dead. Syriath, we just want to say thank you for what you’ve shown us, for bringing our loved ones back, back from the realm of the dead. Syriath, we’re so grateful. Now, come on, everyone. Hold hands. That’s right. Big circle. Warm welcome. Don’t be scared. Now Syriath, let us know, is there anything you want? We open our hearts to you.
Jack: Stop!
Ianto: Please! Stop!
Mrs. Wintergreen: She is coming. Syriath is coming! The last gateway opens.
Jack: No.
Ianto: It’s my fault. I’m sorry. If you hadn’t come looking for me, this never would’ve happened.
Jack: Tell me about it.
Mrs. Wintergreen: She’s here, in this room. And she’s brought our loved ones with her. Their hands reaching out to tap you on the shoulder. They are here. Soon you will be able to see them, touch them.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Wait. What’s that? Is that really you? My baby? My Ben? Where are you? Mummy’s coming to find you.
Jack: Please, Mrs. Wintergreen!
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m….here. I am poised on the threshold. Let me in.
Ianto: What’s happening to her?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Don’t be afraid. I speak through this woman. I bring you a warning. There is one who means you great harm.
Ianto: I don’t like this.
Mrs. Wintergreen: He is not who he appears to be. You must not trust him. His name is Jack.
Jack: No! No, it’s okay! Stay back! Listen to me. You mustn’t trust her.
Ianto: Gwen? Where on earth are you?
Gwen: Close. Ianto, did I just hear right?
Ianto: Yes. Syriath just warned us about Jack.
Gwen: I knew something wasn’t right. Don’t trust him, Ianto.
Ianto: Something’s wrong with him, isn’t it, Gwen? Jack! Is this true?
Jack: Wha – What Syriath says is correct.
Ianto: Jack?
Mrs. Wintergreen: See?
Jack: I came here to stop you, Syriath, and I will.
Mrs. Wintergreen: And how will you stop me, Jack?
Jack: What’s inside this box will destroy you.
Ianto: Oh my God.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I told you. He wants to kill you all.
Gwen: What is it, Ianto? Has Jack gone mad?
Ianto: I don’t know. He’s got a device of some kind. Gwen, I wish you were here.
Gwen: Any second, I promise.
Ianto: Now Jack, you don’t want to do this.
Jack: I have to, Ianto.
Ianto: Please. Let everybody go.
Jack: Sure. Everyone, you go free, see me, standing here, with my box. Not blowing anyone up. Off you go!
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’ll stay. I still have work to do. It’s just us, now.
Ianto: Jack. Give that box to me, please. What is it, exactly?
Jack: Ianto. Do you trust me?
Ianto: Not so much right now, no.
Jack: I’ve always trusted you. Here. Catch.
Ianto: Oh my God, Gwen, I’m holding the bomb. I’m holding the bomb. What do I do now? Gwen?
Jack: You’re talking to Gwen?
Ianto: Yeah. She’s held up in traffic. God knows what she’s going to say when she gets here.
Jack: Ianto, look at your headset.
Gwen: Don’t listen to him, Ianto.
Jack: Ianto, your headset isn’t switched on.
Gwen: Don’t listen to him!
Jack: So whose voice are you hearing?
Gwen: Don’t listen to him!
Ianto: You’re not Gwen. What are you?
Gwen: I am Syriath! I feed on death!
Jack: It never was Gwen.
Ianto: But she’s been talking to me the whole time, telling me what to do.
Jack: Manipulating us both.
Ianto: She told me not to trust you. And I believed her. I’m sorry.
Mrs. Wintergreen: You are in the House of the Dead. Nothing is what it appears to be. I am so hungry. This woman can provide me with one more service. Oh, oh goodness me. I’m free! I’m free of it. Oh, but – Jack. Jack. I understand what you were warning me about. The gateway is open, isn’t it?
Jack: Yes.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m so sorry. The sad thing is, we all came here looking for someone. And we found them. That’s my little baby. So young, so long ago.
Jack: Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: He’s crying out for me. He’s hungry. I must go to him.
Jack: Don’t!
Mrs. Wintergreen: But I have to. He needs his mummy. And I don’t think I really have a choice, do I?
Jack: Don’t do this.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’ve wanted to see him again for such a long time. I never dreamed it would happen. Oh, my beautiful boy. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….
Ianto: She’s gone. Why did she go?
Jack: It was too late to save her. She couldn’t help herself. Syriath uses the dead against us. We can’t say no to them.
Ianto: I can. We’ve got to stop this.
Jack: The House of the Dead is falling into the rift. Not long now.
Ianto: Uh, I’m still holding – what is this box, exactly? Is it a bomb?
Jack: Ianto. Open it.
Ianto: It’s just pebbles. Coal.
Jack: Rocks from the hills, coal from the cellar, and a tiny detonator. Just enough to make a lot of dust.
Ianto: Dust?
Jack: All of Wales is a giant battery of stored rift energy. Cardiff Counsel think it’s radon, but something far richer is held in these stones. It’s harmless, unless you release it as one world falls into another.
Ianto: That’s how you’re going to destroy Syriath.
Jack: The moment she reaches this world, I’m going to detonate the energy stored in that package. It’ll wipe out Syriath and seal the rift forever. In these stones horizons sing.
Ianto: Seal the rift?
Jack: It’s time has come.
Mr. Jones: Oh, hello. Hope I’m not interrupting.
Ianto: Not now, Dad.
Mr. Jones: I’ve only popped in for a word. You must be Jack. I’ve heard so much about you. But not from Ianto; he was always too busy.
Jack: From Syriath? I wouldn’t trust her.
Mr. Jones: No, I’ve heard about you from those people you’ve sent to the land of the dead. All the people you’ve killed.
Jack: That’s enough.
Mr. Jones: There’s a lot of people there can’t wait to see you again, Captain. But I’m here for my son.
Ianto: Really.
Mr. Jones: Ianto, listen to me. Just this once, eh? Consider what you hold in your hands.
Ianto: The world’s last chance.
Mr. Jones: No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong! It’s the key to the land of the dead! You’ll seal us all away forever. Do you want that, son? If not for me, for your mum.
Ianto: Don’t. I’m sorry, we can’t let that creature escape.
Jack: Whatever the price.
Mr. Jones: Really, Jack? What if I told you that you can take Ianto and leave? Turn around and go.
Ianto: He won’t, Dad.
Mr. Jones: Ah, you know what your problem is, son? You always think you know best. I’m not asking you. I’m asking Jack. What do you think?
Jack: Turn around and walk out of here?
Ianto: Jack, we can’t.
Mr. Jones: Never gave me a chance while I was living and breathing, and you won’t now that I’m dead.
Ianto: Dad, I’m sorry. You’re not real. You’re just a ghost. Why should I believe a word you say?
Mr. Jones: I never could give you what you wanted. But I can give Jack something very special, indeed. Can’t I, Jack?
Jack: Mr. Jones, you should be proud of your son. There’s no one I would rather have by my side when I defeat Syriath.
Ianto: Thanks Jack.
Mr. Jones: My boy’s quite special to you, isn’t he? I won’t take up any more of your precious time. She will win. Jack, you knew who you’d find if you came to the House of the Dead, didn’t you?
Jack: Yes. Just go.
Mr. Jones: I can’t believe that you’re going to let him die. Again. Goodbye, Ianto.
Ianto: Jack. Who’s dead? Who does he mean?
Jack: The person I knew I’d find if I came here, to the last night of the House of the Dead. Ianto Jones.
Ianto: Jack? What?
Jack: Ianto, six months ago you died in my arms. You’re a ghost.
Ianto: No.
Jack: I came looking for you. I couldn’t resist it.
Ianto: I’m dead.
Jack: You were here waiting for me when I walked in. Ianto Jones, never late.
Ianto: But I feel…real. I’m not a ghost. I had porridge this morning. Didn’t I? Jack? I can’t remember!
Jack: I didn’t think you’d be so real, I – I’d hoped for less.
Ianto: Thanks.
Jack: No, you don’t understand. I thought it would just look like you. I – I could’ve coped with that. I didn’t dream it would actually be you. Syriath used my grief and she reached into time, she recreated you, Ianto and I – oh, can’t bear to look at you.
Ianto: You can’t – Jack!
Jack: Sorry, Ianto. I’m sorry -
Ianto: Don’t touch me. Don’t.
Jack: Okay.
Ianto: So, how did I die?
Jack: It was all over so quickly –
Ianto: Not an answer. Was it your fault?
Jack: You were one of the first victims of an alien plague. You were so brave. You died saving the world.
Ianto: Well, you’d think I remember that. But I…don’t. Did I get a funeral?
Jack: I don’t know. I wasn’t there.
Ianto: What?
Jack: I had to leave. I am sorry.
Ianto: You couldn’t leave me rest in peace? You’ve done this to me! Dragged me back just to say goodbye! This – this was never closing the rift, destroying that creature, or even your bloody stones. It’s not even about me. This – this is all about you, Jack.
Jack: Ianto, this isn’t how I planned it.
Ianto: What were you hoping for? That’d I’d say a few nice words, that I’d be grateful?
Jack: I just wanted to see you one more time, that’s all. It – it’s why I came here!
Ianto: Well that’s lovely.
Jack: Ianto! All the people I’ve lost, don’t you understand? The only one I wanted to see was you!
Ianto: Thanks. At least you didn’t forget me.
Jack: How could I?! I may be immortal, but I don’t forget. I lose everyone, but I don’t forget any of you. I work so hard to remember.
Ianto: You make it sound like charity work.
Jack: Don’t say that! Never say that!
Ianto: Jack. I didn’t think the last thing I would ever say to you would be this…j-just go away. Please. This is horrible.
Jack: I had to see you again. You had no idea what it felt like coming back to life and knowing the world was empty because you’d gone. No matter how many times I die, I always wake up alone.
Ianto: I didn’t ask to come back.
Jack: Neither did I! You and me, Ianto Jones, together again at the end. How it should be. In a few seconds, Syriath will rise. I’ll trigger this device, destroying her and sealing the rift forever.
Ianto: You’re not planning on coming back, are you?
Jack: No. It’ll be a pretty big bang.
Ianto: You can’t die.
Jack: Next best thing – eternal oblivion, lost in the space between worlds forever. And come on! It’s quite a way to go. I think I’ve lived long enough. I’ve seen you once more. What else is there?
Ianto: Well. We could just go.
Jack: What?
Ianto: My dad said we could both leave together.
Jack: Never. You’re kidding, right? You mean leave here?
Ianto: Why not try it? The rift, ancient evil, magic pebbles…just for once, let someone else deal with it.
Jack: Can we do that?
Ianto: I’m real, aren’t I?
Jack: It’ll never work! We cross that door, we will be back in the real world. What if you vanish, what’ll happen?
Ianto: That’s no reason for not trying. Seems a shame, you know, to get me back only to lose me again. A touch careless.
Jack: True. Syriath, the last remnant of a dead universe. Ah, she’s not so special. But there’s only one Ianto Jones.
Ianto: And there’s only ever been one Captain Jack Harkness.
Jack: Ah, screw it. Worth a try. Let’s leave the device here for Syriath.
Ianto: This whole place is falling into the rift.
Jack: We’d better go now.
Ianto: Cross that doorway and there’s no coming back.
Jack: Why would I want to? I got you back, Ianto. Let’s do this. Come on, Ianto. Be brave.
Ianto: Always.
Jack: Welcome back to the land of the living, Ianto Jones. Has it worked? Are you real again? Ianto. Ianto?
Ianto: I’m not coming.
Jack: Ianto, no. Come on. There’s no time.
Ianto: No, Jack. You know I can’t. My place is here, in the House of the Dead, with your device. Saving the world.
Jack: Don’t do this!
Ianto: Sorry, Jack. Someone’s got to destroy the rift. Quite a way to go.
Jack: No! Not like this! Don’t leave me like this!
Ianto: I’ve got to go!
Jack: Ianto, no! I never said it properly before.
Ianto: It doesn’t need saying.
Jack: Yes, it does. Ianto Jones, I love you.
Ianto: And I love you, too, Jack. Right then. Best get a move on. Goodbye, Jack!
Late Arrival: ‘Scuse me! ‘Scuse me!
Jack: Sorry?
Late Arrival: I’m looking for the ghosts.
Jack: What?
Late Arrival: At the House of the Dead? Most haunted pub in Wales, it is. They’re holding a séance tonight. I hope I’m not late.
Jack: It’s closed.
Late Arrival: Closed?
Jack: You missed the ghosts. The House of the Dead is gone.
Late Arrival: But it’s on my SatNav! It’s around here somewhere, I know it is.
Jack: Goodbye, Ianto.
Just kidding. I did, however, transcribe all of The House of the Dead. Because I am nuts. There may be errors and there are none of the sound effects and whatnot. Let me know if anything needs to be corrected.
I tried to write fic, I tried to come up with a review or reaction, but nothing was happening. So I just started writing things verbatim.
Feel free to use this for...whatever you like. It is NOT MINE. It belongs to James Goss, and the BBC, and RTD, and the voice actors, and a billion people in suits. I just did the grunt work. Have fun!
NOTE: Thanks to
ariaidjit for the correction! :)The House of the Dead
-James Goss
Barry: Time please, time at the bar. So if you’d like to take your places and join Mrs Wintergreen by the fire.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Gather ‘round, everyone. The dead don’t like to be kept waiting.
Ianto: Jack. Gwen. Hurry up. It’s starting.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Closer, that’s it. If we could all join hands. That’s right. Now then. Tonight is the last night of the House of the Dead, the most haunted pub in Wales. And you’ve all come looking for someone you’ve lost. So, without any further adieu, I summon the dead. I summon the dead. Will you come to us tonight?
Ianto: Jack. Something’s happening.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Think of your loved ones, of whom you wish to see again. Feel their spirits reaching out, drawing closer. Come, gentle ghosts. Come, to the House of the Dead.
Barry: Gentle ghosts. Are you having a laugh?
WoMan: Did you see that chair?
Barry: Someone’ll have to pay for that!
Ianto: Jack. Where are you?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Peace, unquiet shade.
Barry: I booked you for a séance, Mrs. Wintergreen. Not to trash the place, love.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m sorry Barry, this has never happened before, but isn’t it amazing. Everyone, stay calm. The spirit mean us no harm.
Ianto: Jack. Gwen. Where are you? It’s getting out of control.
WoMan: Reginald, look. Incredible. No one is touching the glass, it’s moving by itself.
Man: What’s it saying?
Mrs. Wintergreen: It’s spelling a name. Spirit, tell us. Who is coming? J-A-C…
*tapping and electricity and gasps*
Barry: Everyone stay calm. The fuse must’ve blown.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Someone’s coming through. Look at the door. I see him coming. It’s a soldier.
Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. You’re all in terrible danger.
Barry: Can someone light the candles, please?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Captain Harkness, my name is Evadne Wintergreen. Do not be afraid, friendly spirit. You have come to us from the other side.
Jack: From Cardiff, actually.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I beg your pardon?
Jack: I’ve come to warn you.
Ianto: Jack! You’re late!
Jack: Ianto! Oh, good to see you.
Ianto: I’m sorry, Jack. I couldn’t stop it.
Barry: Hey! Wait. You’re saying you’re not a ghost?
Jack: Flesh and blood, I assure you. Now, listen to me –
Mrs. Wintergreen: How disappointing! I knew I felt a presence in this room.
Jack: Please! I’ve come to warn you. You’re in a lot of danger.
Ianto: Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here, would we?
Jack: The séance has got to stop.
Mrs. Wintergreen: We can’t just stop! We’ve broken through to the other side!
Barry: It was scary, I grant you. But all just a harmless bit of fun.
Jack: Uh, what’s going on here is not fun. Are you the landlord?
Barry: You’re right, I am. And you are?
Jack: Listen. I need to have a word with you.
Barry: Come with me. I’ve got a fuse to mend.
(Torchwood music)
Barry: Now then. Hold that torch, will you, while I sort this out.
Jack: I realize this sounds odd, but you have to listen to me –
Barry: You’re from the brewery, aren’t you?
Jack: No, I’m from –
Barry: How much did they pay you, son? Huh? Fifty? A hundred? Unbelievable! They can’t even let us enjoy our last night! Here you go. Let there be light. Ah! Much better.
Jack: I’m not from the brewery.
Barry: Oh. You just happened to turn up to ruin our closing party. You know how long this place has been open?
Jack: Six hundred years.
Barry: Right. The most haunted pub in Wales. The House of the Dead. Imagine the history in this building.
Jack: Believe me, I am.
Barry: The brewery changes hands and suddenly, this building is worth more as flats. Flats! All we’re doing is giving the building a send-off, A - a leaving party for the ghosts. Mrs. Wintergreen’s the best in the business.
Jack: She’s not working alone.
Barry: Team of helpers, is it, huh? You’re one of them, huh? All part of the spectacle, eh? Say no more. Won’t let on.
Jack: I’m not working with her. Mrs. Wintergreen is a very gifted psychic and she has made contact with something very dangerous. If this séance goes ahead, everyone here will die. I can’t save you.
Barry: Just go home. You may not believe in it, but the people out there do.
Jack: I do believe in it! That’s why I can’t let it go head!
Barry: Just go home! I’m asking nicely.
Jack: Stop the séance. I’m asking nicely!
Barry: Fair enough. Can I have my torch back?
Jack: Sure.
Barry: Thanks very much. Mate.
Gwen: Ianto. Ianto? What’s happening?
Ianto: Gwen! Oh, Gwen. We couldn’t stop the séance. It was weird, furniture flying everywhere.
Gwen: Aw, you’re kidding. So that’s why Jack wanted us here.
Ianto: What, he didn’t tell you, either?
Gwen: Jack Harkness, playing his cards close to his chest.
Ianto: Surprise. Where are you?
Gwen: On my way. It’s taking a bit longer than I thought.
Ianto: Tell me about it. Traffic’s a nightmare.
Gwen: Shouldn’t be long. Ianto, find out what Jack’s up to. I’m worried.
Ianto: Yeah. Actually, where is Jack?
Ianto: Jack!
Jack: Uh. Ianto.
Ianto: Jack! What happened to you?
Jack: Oh, the landlord knocked me out cold.
Ianto: He is very large.
Jack: Mm. Shoulda seen it coming. Then again, tonight is full of surprises.
Ianto: Let me clear you up. Here. *Something something something – sounds like ‘let me assist?’* Could you not have pulled your gun out on him?
Jack: Left it at home. Tonight’s the night for magic, not guns.
Ianto: Really? Jack. What’s happening here? I mean, that was no ordinary séance out there, was it? I’m worried.
Jack: You’re worried? Oh, Ianto –
Ianto: What’s going on?
Jack: There is a secret, hidden underneath the rift. A shadow from the oldest universe of all. Syriath: The Death-Feeder. She’s been trapped since before there was such a thing as time.
Ianto: And she’s found a way to escape.
Jack: Yeah. Everything’s in alignment. At the right place, at the right time, comes the right woman.
Ianto: Mrs. Wintergreen.
Jack: She’s the bridge between worlds. A powerful psychic holding a séance in the most haunted pub in Wales.
Ianto: The House of the Dead. Built on ley lines, inside an old stone circle, and smack on top of the rift. Right. If anything would work, that would do it.
Jack: The pub is on a crack in the rift. A point weak enough for Syriath to escape if someone strong enough reaches out to her. And the ghosts are tempting Mrs. Wintergreen to do just that.
Ianto: Wait, the ghosts here are real?
Jack: Syriath comes before time, so she can bend it. She’s sending people visions to trap them. All these people have come here, wanting to see their loved ones just one more time. And Syriath is feeding off that need. She’ll ensnare them, and then she’ll devour them. If she reaches this world, she’ll rip it apart using the dead as her weapon.
Ianto: How can we defeat her?
Jack: If we can prevent them from making contact with Syriath, we may be able to save everyone here. If we can’t, then they’ll be her first victims.
Ianto: We’ve got to stop that séance.
Jack: There’s one more thing, Ianto. Syriath knows I’m here. She will use the ghosts of the dead against us.
Ianto: That came from the bar!
Ness: Something touched me! It’s so cold! And that smell. I know that smell.
Mrs. Wintergreen: The spirits are drawing near. Come, everyone. Let’s give it another try, shall we? We summon the dead. Don’t be scared. Our lost ones are reaching out to us. Don’t reject them. Bring them close.
Ianto: Everyone, stop!
Jack: Stop this! Listen to me!
Mrs. Wintergreen: They’re coming through!
Mrs. Wintergreen: The dead are with us. Is there someone here called Ness?
Ness: Yes. That’s me.
Mrs. Wintergreen: There’s someone here for you. You’re brother.
Ness: Tony! It must be Tony. I knew I could smell his aftershave!
Mrs. Wintergreen: You will see him very soon. And Barry. Where are you, dear?
Barry: Over here, Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Your wife Helen has joined us. She’s so proud of you for keeping this place going. And she forgives you.
Barry: Helen? Helen, where are you, love? I want to see you.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Concentrate and you shall. Everyone, think of your loved ones. Reach out to them and they’ll reach back.
Ianto: This is real, isn’t it?
Jack: Yes it is.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Is there a Ianto Jones among us?
Ianto: That ‘s me.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I have a message from his father.
Ianto: What?
Mrs. Wintergreen: It’s the word ‘betrayal.’
Jack: That’s enough! You’ve gone too far, Mrs. Wintergreen! You don’t know what you’re doing! You have to stop. Wake up, Mrs. Wintergreen!
Ianto: Wake up, Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: The trance is broken.
Barry: Helen. Love. Where are you? I’ll do anything.
Ness: Tony? I can’t see you!
Mrs. Wintergreen: They’ve all gone, my dears. They’ve all gone home.
Barry: Uergh! You again! I thought I made it clear you weren’t welcome. What the hell did you do that for?
Jack: It was going too far. You cannot complete the ceremony.
Barry: What gave you the right, eh? They were here!
Ness: They were real!
Jack: Yeah. Yes they were. The dead were in this room. Doesn’t that tell you this is wrong?
Ness: I don’t care! I was about to see my Tony again and you ruined it!
Barry: I’m throwing you out.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Everyone, don’t worry. Leave this to me. Come along, Mr. Harkness. Let’s have a little chat.
Jack: Mrs. Wintergreen, you’re beguiled. You are offering a lifeline to something evil.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Do you know what a ghost really is, Jack? It’s not a flickering light, a creaking floorboard, or a face pressed up against a window. A ghost is just someone who’s come back to say goodbye.
Jack: No. These aren’t those kind of ghosts. You are dredging something up from depths so dark. Syriath is an ancient evil. She does exactly what you do; she toys with the dead.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I don’t toy with the dead. Look at what I’ve done! I made everyone out there so happy. Why should I stop?
Jack: She’ll feed off you. You’ll all die.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I can’t believe that. The ghosts are kind. Haven’t you ever lost anyone, Jack?
Jack: Yes. I have.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Then you know that people will do anything just to see them once more.
Jack: Hm. It’s too late, isn’t it?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Yes. Yes. Syriath, is it? I think I’d like to talk to you, to say thank you.
Barry: Everyone! Your attention, please. In the circumstances, I’m opening the bar again. I’m sure we could all do with a drink.
Ianto: Uh, yeah. Any chance I could get a cup of coffee, please?
Barry: Blasted coffee machine’s broken. Where’s Tim? Don’t tell me he’s resigned again. That’s the third time this week! I’m off to change the barrels in the cellar.
Ianto: So. No coffee, then.
Gwen: Ianto.
Ianto: Gwen. Listen. Jack says something terrible’s escaping from the rift.
Gwen: Why hasn’t he told us before?
Ianto: I don’t know. I’m in the bar making sure they don’t start up again while he searches the pub.
Gwen: Ianto, is Jack behaving normally?
Ianto: Well, he’s not himself, no. It’s like he’s…spooked. How long ‘til you get here?
Gwen: Oh, not far now. I’ll be with you as soon as I can. Find out what’s wrong with Jack.
Ianto: I’ll try, Gwen.
Gwen: Thanks, Ianto. You’re one in a million.
Mr. Jones: I’m waiting for you, Ianto.
Ianto: It can’t be you.
Mr. Jones: Come upstairs.
Barry: Right then. Where’s that new barrel? Who’s there? Not another nutter.
Helen: No, Barry. It’s me.
Barry: Helen, I can – I can see you. It really is you.
Helen: Of course it is! I wouldn’t miss your last night, would I? Not for the world. Sorry, I’ll clear that up in a minute. Oh, and there I go again.
Barry: You look just the same, Helen, love.
Helen: Oh, and you’ve put on a bit of weight! Oh, that suits you.
Barry: Does it? Oh, I’ve missed you.
Helen: Yeah. Me, too. Come here!
Barry: Your hands are cold.
Helen: I know. You can warm me up.
Barry: Oh Helen. Helen, my love. You smell just the same. This feels good. Like old times. Quick clutch in the stockroom.
Helen: Why don’t you have a drink?
Barry: No, I don’t drink anymore.
Helen: Oh, you have changed! Come on, just one sip. For old time’s sake, eh? That keeps happening, sorry.
Barry: I’ll clean it up later. You’re back. That’s all that matters. Helen, love, you’re still so cold.
Helen: That’s ‘cause I’m dead, love.
Barry: Yeah, sorry, huh. What was that?
Helen: Mmmm, oh it just means I’m hungry. So hungry!
Ianto: Hello? I’m here. Hello?
Mr. Jones: Hello, son.
Ianto: Oh my God.
Mr. Jones: You’re looking well. Nice suit. Those shoes could’ve done with a polish.
Ianto: It really is you.
Mr. Jones: ‘Course it is. Come here, Ianto.
Ianto: You’re dead.
Mr. Jones: Yes. Right. You never called, did you?
Ianto: Sorry?
Mr. Jones: I got that mobile specially. My first one. Made sure your mother gave you the number. They don’t allow them in hospitals, not normally, but they made an exception for me. I was waiting for an important call.
Ianto: Don’t – Dad.
Mr. Jones: I kept it plugged into the charger. Nurse said it wouldn’t do the battery any good in the long term, like it mattered. I waited for you to call. Three weeks.
Ianto: Didn’t know what to say.
Mr. Jones: You never did, did you? But that’s in the past. Come here. There’s something not quite right about the shoulders in that jacket.
Ianto: Dad!
Mr. Jones: Oh, nothing wrong with the fabric. Lovely bit of material. But the cut’s a shame. Didn’t want to see me then, don’t want to see me now.
Ianto: That’s not fair. Why’ve you come back? We never had that much to say to each other. And now – I mean –
Mr. Jones: I was offered the chance. To talk to you.
Ianto: Who offered you the chance?
Mr. Jones: Now you’re interested in what I have to say.
Ianto: You’ve come back from the dead with a message.
Mr. Jones: Your…friend. Jack. Get him to leave, can’t you? He can’t stop her from returning, not now, and she’s bringing us all back, too. Don’t you see? The dead, we’re all coming back, Ianto! Your mum, me, and so many friends. Owen, Toshiko, and that nice girl of yours.
Ianto: Lisa?
Mr. Jones: Ianto, we’re really coming back to life. Isn’t that great? Tell Jack that, eh? Tell him to just turn around and leave with you.
Ianto: We can’t just leave.
Mr. Jones: I’ll tell you a little secret, Ianto. We’re more alike than you think.
Ianto: What do you mean?
Mr. Jones: We’ll both betray the ones we love.
Ianto: No. No, we won’t. I am not like you.
Mr. Jones: Yes you are, son. You are just like me.
Ianto: No. No! Dad…Dad!
Jack: Ianto.
Ianto: Jack.
Jack: Oh, Ianto Jones. I came looking for you.
Ianto: Here I am.
Jack: Hey, what happened?
Ianto: See – I’ve seen my father. That was my dad. It really was him. Oh God -
Jack: Hey, hey! It’s okay, it’s okay, look, I’m here. Ianto. I’m sorry. I warned you Syriath would use the dead against us. Mrs. Wintergreen. What has she done?
Ianto: Excuse me. Can we get past?
Ness: Stop, please!
Jack: I’ve got to get in there.
Ness: My name’s Ness.
Jack: Nice to meet you, Ness. Love to chat, but –
Ness: Don’t, please, don’t go back to the bar!
Jack: Something terrible is about to happen. You have to trust me.
Ness: I don’t know what to believe. But I do know my brother, Tony. Not handsome, crap job, scruffy, rank aftershave, but he was my brother and I loved him. And she’s bringing him back to me.
Jack: The dead, you can’t trust them. Believe me, you can’t.
Ness: If someone you loved came back to you, you’d hold onto them and you would never let them go, would you?
Jack: I – I know what I have to do!
Ianto: I’m sorry. I really am.
Ness: Please, stop! Oh, Tony.
Tony: I’m here, Ness. I’m here!
Ness: Tony! Oh, so cold all of the sudden.
Tony: Here.
Ness: Oh, it’s good to see you. You…didn’t hear what I was saying, did you?
Tony: Doesn’t matter. Oh, come here, Nessie, and hold me. Oh, I’m cold. I’m so cold and…I’m so…hungry.
Mrs. Wintergreen: We call on Syriath, Queen of the Dead. Syriath, we just want to say thank you for what you’ve shown us, for bringing our loved ones back, back from the realm of the dead. Syriath, we’re so grateful. Now, come on, everyone. Hold hands. That’s right. Big circle. Warm welcome. Don’t be scared. Now Syriath, let us know, is there anything you want? We open our hearts to you.
Jack: Stop!
Ianto: Please! Stop!
Mrs. Wintergreen: She is coming. Syriath is coming! The last gateway opens.
Jack: No.
Ianto: It’s my fault. I’m sorry. If you hadn’t come looking for me, this never would’ve happened.
Jack: Tell me about it.
Mrs. Wintergreen: She’s here, in this room. And she’s brought our loved ones with her. Their hands reaching out to tap you on the shoulder. They are here. Soon you will be able to see them, touch them.
Mrs. Wintergreen: Wait. What’s that? Is that really you? My baby? My Ben? Where are you? Mummy’s coming to find you.
Jack: Please, Mrs. Wintergreen!
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m….here. I am poised on the threshold. Let me in.
Ianto: What’s happening to her?
Mrs. Wintergreen: Don’t be afraid. I speak through this woman. I bring you a warning. There is one who means you great harm.
Ianto: I don’t like this.
Mrs. Wintergreen: He is not who he appears to be. You must not trust him. His name is Jack.
Jack: No! No, it’s okay! Stay back! Listen to me. You mustn’t trust her.
Ianto: Gwen? Where on earth are you?
Gwen: Close. Ianto, did I just hear right?
Ianto: Yes. Syriath just warned us about Jack.
Gwen: I knew something wasn’t right. Don’t trust him, Ianto.
Ianto: Something’s wrong with him, isn’t it, Gwen? Jack! Is this true?
Jack: Wha – What Syriath says is correct.
Ianto: Jack?
Mrs. Wintergreen: See?
Jack: I came here to stop you, Syriath, and I will.
Mrs. Wintergreen: And how will you stop me, Jack?
Jack: What’s inside this box will destroy you.
Ianto: Oh my God.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I told you. He wants to kill you all.
Gwen: What is it, Ianto? Has Jack gone mad?
Ianto: I don’t know. He’s got a device of some kind. Gwen, I wish you were here.
Gwen: Any second, I promise.
Ianto: Now Jack, you don’t want to do this.
Jack: I have to, Ianto.
Ianto: Please. Let everybody go.
Jack: Sure. Everyone, you go free, see me, standing here, with my box. Not blowing anyone up. Off you go!
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’ll stay. I still have work to do. It’s just us, now.
Ianto: Jack. Give that box to me, please. What is it, exactly?
Jack: Ianto. Do you trust me?
Ianto: Not so much right now, no.
Jack: I’ve always trusted you. Here. Catch.
Ianto: Oh my God, Gwen, I’m holding the bomb. I’m holding the bomb. What do I do now? Gwen?
Jack: You’re talking to Gwen?
Ianto: Yeah. She’s held up in traffic. God knows what she’s going to say when she gets here.
Jack: Ianto, look at your headset.
Gwen: Don’t listen to him, Ianto.
Jack: Ianto, your headset isn’t switched on.
Gwen: Don’t listen to him!
Jack: So whose voice are you hearing?
Gwen: Don’t listen to him!
Ianto: You’re not Gwen. What are you?
Gwen: I am Syriath! I feed on death!
Jack: It never was Gwen.
Ianto: But she’s been talking to me the whole time, telling me what to do.
Jack: Manipulating us both.
Ianto: She told me not to trust you. And I believed her. I’m sorry.
Mrs. Wintergreen: You are in the House of the Dead. Nothing is what it appears to be. I am so hungry. This woman can provide me with one more service. Oh, oh goodness me. I’m free! I’m free of it. Oh, but – Jack. Jack. I understand what you were warning me about. The gateway is open, isn’t it?
Jack: Yes.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’m so sorry. The sad thing is, we all came here looking for someone. And we found them. That’s my little baby. So young, so long ago.
Jack: Mrs. Wintergreen.
Mrs. Wintergreen: He’s crying out for me. He’s hungry. I must go to him.
Jack: Don’t!
Mrs. Wintergreen: But I have to. He needs his mummy. And I don’t think I really have a choice, do I?
Jack: Don’t do this.
Mrs. Wintergreen: I’ve wanted to see him again for such a long time. I never dreamed it would happen. Oh, my beautiful boy. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….
Ianto: She’s gone. Why did she go?
Jack: It was too late to save her. She couldn’t help herself. Syriath uses the dead against us. We can’t say no to them.
Ianto: I can. We’ve got to stop this.
Jack: The House of the Dead is falling into the rift. Not long now.
Ianto: Uh, I’m still holding – what is this box, exactly? Is it a bomb?
Jack: Ianto. Open it.
Ianto: It’s just pebbles. Coal.
Jack: Rocks from the hills, coal from the cellar, and a tiny detonator. Just enough to make a lot of dust.
Ianto: Dust?
Jack: All of Wales is a giant battery of stored rift energy. Cardiff Counsel think it’s radon, but something far richer is held in these stones. It’s harmless, unless you release it as one world falls into another.
Ianto: That’s how you’re going to destroy Syriath.
Jack: The moment she reaches this world, I’m going to detonate the energy stored in that package. It’ll wipe out Syriath and seal the rift forever. In these stones horizons sing.
Ianto: Seal the rift?
Jack: It’s time has come.
Mr. Jones: Oh, hello. Hope I’m not interrupting.
Ianto: Not now, Dad.
Mr. Jones: I’ve only popped in for a word. You must be Jack. I’ve heard so much about you. But not from Ianto; he was always too busy.
Jack: From Syriath? I wouldn’t trust her.
Mr. Jones: No, I’ve heard about you from those people you’ve sent to the land of the dead. All the people you’ve killed.
Jack: That’s enough.
Mr. Jones: There’s a lot of people there can’t wait to see you again, Captain. But I’m here for my son.
Ianto: Really.
Mr. Jones: Ianto, listen to me. Just this once, eh? Consider what you hold in your hands.
Ianto: The world’s last chance.
Mr. Jones: No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong! It’s the key to the land of the dead! You’ll seal us all away forever. Do you want that, son? If not for me, for your mum.
Ianto: Don’t. I’m sorry, we can’t let that creature escape.
Jack: Whatever the price.
Mr. Jones: Really, Jack? What if I told you that you can take Ianto and leave? Turn around and go.
Ianto: He won’t, Dad.
Mr. Jones: Ah, you know what your problem is, son? You always think you know best. I’m not asking you. I’m asking Jack. What do you think?
Jack: Turn around and walk out of here?
Ianto: Jack, we can’t.
Mr. Jones: Never gave me a chance while I was living and breathing, and you won’t now that I’m dead.
Ianto: Dad, I’m sorry. You’re not real. You’re just a ghost. Why should I believe a word you say?
Mr. Jones: I never could give you what you wanted. But I can give Jack something very special, indeed. Can’t I, Jack?
Jack: Mr. Jones, you should be proud of your son. There’s no one I would rather have by my side when I defeat Syriath.
Ianto: Thanks Jack.
Mr. Jones: My boy’s quite special to you, isn’t he? I won’t take up any more of your precious time. She will win. Jack, you knew who you’d find if you came to the House of the Dead, didn’t you?
Jack: Yes. Just go.
Mr. Jones: I can’t believe that you’re going to let him die. Again. Goodbye, Ianto.
Ianto: Jack. Who’s dead? Who does he mean?
Jack: The person I knew I’d find if I came here, to the last night of the House of the Dead. Ianto Jones.
Ianto: Jack? What?
Jack: Ianto, six months ago you died in my arms. You’re a ghost.
Ianto: No.
Jack: I came looking for you. I couldn’t resist it.
Ianto: I’m dead.
Jack: You were here waiting for me when I walked in. Ianto Jones, never late.
Ianto: But I feel…real. I’m not a ghost. I had porridge this morning. Didn’t I? Jack? I can’t remember!
Jack: I didn’t think you’d be so real, I – I’d hoped for less.
Ianto: Thanks.
Jack: No, you don’t understand. I thought it would just look like you. I – I could’ve coped with that. I didn’t dream it would actually be you. Syriath used my grief and she reached into time, she recreated you, Ianto and I – oh, can’t bear to look at you.
Ianto: You can’t – Jack!
Jack: Sorry, Ianto. I’m sorry -
Ianto: Don’t touch me. Don’t.
Jack: Okay.
Ianto: So, how did I die?
Jack: It was all over so quickly –
Ianto: Not an answer. Was it your fault?
Jack: You were one of the first victims of an alien plague. You were so brave. You died saving the world.
Ianto: Well, you’d think I remember that. But I…don’t. Did I get a funeral?
Jack: I don’t know. I wasn’t there.
Ianto: What?
Jack: I had to leave. I am sorry.
Ianto: You couldn’t leave me rest in peace? You’ve done this to me! Dragged me back just to say goodbye! This – this was never closing the rift, destroying that creature, or even your bloody stones. It’s not even about me. This – this is all about you, Jack.
Jack: Ianto, this isn’t how I planned it.
Ianto: What were you hoping for? That’d I’d say a few nice words, that I’d be grateful?
Jack: I just wanted to see you one more time, that’s all. It – it’s why I came here!
Ianto: Well that’s lovely.
Jack: Ianto! All the people I’ve lost, don’t you understand? The only one I wanted to see was you!
Ianto: Thanks. At least you didn’t forget me.
Jack: How could I?! I may be immortal, but I don’t forget. I lose everyone, but I don’t forget any of you. I work so hard to remember.
Ianto: You make it sound like charity work.
Jack: Don’t say that! Never say that!
Ianto: Jack. I didn’t think the last thing I would ever say to you would be this…j-just go away. Please. This is horrible.
Jack: I had to see you again. You had no idea what it felt like coming back to life and knowing the world was empty because you’d gone. No matter how many times I die, I always wake up alone.
Ianto: I didn’t ask to come back.
Jack: Neither did I! You and me, Ianto Jones, together again at the end. How it should be. In a few seconds, Syriath will rise. I’ll trigger this device, destroying her and sealing the rift forever.
Ianto: You’re not planning on coming back, are you?
Jack: No. It’ll be a pretty big bang.
Ianto: You can’t die.
Jack: Next best thing – eternal oblivion, lost in the space between worlds forever. And come on! It’s quite a way to go. I think I’ve lived long enough. I’ve seen you once more. What else is there?
Ianto: Well. We could just go.
Jack: What?
Ianto: My dad said we could both leave together.
Jack: Never. You’re kidding, right? You mean leave here?
Ianto: Why not try it? The rift, ancient evil, magic pebbles…just for once, let someone else deal with it.
Jack: Can we do that?
Ianto: I’m real, aren’t I?
Jack: It’ll never work! We cross that door, we will be back in the real world. What if you vanish, what’ll happen?
Ianto: That’s no reason for not trying. Seems a shame, you know, to get me back only to lose me again. A touch careless.
Jack: True. Syriath, the last remnant of a dead universe. Ah, she’s not so special. But there’s only one Ianto Jones.
Ianto: And there’s only ever been one Captain Jack Harkness.
Jack: Ah, screw it. Worth a try. Let’s leave the device here for Syriath.
Ianto: This whole place is falling into the rift.
Jack: We’d better go now.
Ianto: Cross that doorway and there’s no coming back.
Jack: Why would I want to? I got you back, Ianto. Let’s do this. Come on, Ianto. Be brave.
Ianto: Always.
Jack: Welcome back to the land of the living, Ianto Jones. Has it worked? Are you real again? Ianto. Ianto?
Ianto: I’m not coming.
Jack: Ianto, no. Come on. There’s no time.
Ianto: No, Jack. You know I can’t. My place is here, in the House of the Dead, with your device. Saving the world.
Jack: Don’t do this!
Ianto: Sorry, Jack. Someone’s got to destroy the rift. Quite a way to go.
Jack: No! Not like this! Don’t leave me like this!
Ianto: I’ve got to go!
Jack: Ianto, no! I never said it properly before.
Ianto: It doesn’t need saying.
Jack: Yes, it does. Ianto Jones, I love you.
Ianto: And I love you, too, Jack. Right then. Best get a move on. Goodbye, Jack!
Late Arrival: ‘Scuse me! ‘Scuse me!
Jack: Sorry?
Late Arrival: I’m looking for the ghosts.
Jack: What?
Late Arrival: At the House of the Dead? Most haunted pub in Wales, it is. They’re holding a séance tonight. I hope I’m not late.
Jack: It’s closed.
Late Arrival: Closed?
Jack: You missed the ghosts. The House of the Dead is gone.
Late Arrival: But it’s on my SatNav! It’s around here somewhere, I know it is.
Jack: Goodbye, Ianto.
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Date: 2011-07-14 12:41 am (UTC)Sandysan2013
Date: 2011-07-14 01:12 am (UTC)I was at first very happy to see Ianto again. Now I find another canon death for him. Presumably, this will be the end. So, much as I'm glad to see GDL working in Torchwood again, the boys aren't together and I'm not liking that any better the second time around. I'm still not interested in a Torchwood w/o Ianto, Tosh, and Owen, but most especially Ianto. The creators of these radio plays can count this effort a failure if my theory is correct and this was designed to mollify Janto fans enough to watch the
new show. This was not a commentary on this play as a drama. RTD can do what he wants w/ his creation; I'll take care of my needs w/ fan fiction.
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Date: 2011-07-14 12:47 pm (UTC)Thanks for the transcript!!!! I wonder if Jack will bite the dust in MD. I feel it would totally make sense. If I was him living such a long and painful life, I would probably end it all.
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:10 pm (UTC)But also wonderful. I'm bookmarking this FOREVER. (And I'm totally not sniffing while reading this in class. Totally.)
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:13 pm (UTC)I can't even look at it without crying. Hard.
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:26 pm (UTC)But now I'm so curious about your fics. Yay!
WHEN INSPIRATION STRIKES, IT IS LIKE SPEED x300,000,000. FANGIRL CRAZY MODE.
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:25 pm (UTC)One note, Jack doesn't say "and these stones will rise and sing," he says "In these stones horizons sing." I normally wouldn't nitpick but I LOVED that line. They're the words Torchwood literally lived under, written to epitomize the city and country Jack loves and is about to leave, same words he and Ianto saw every single morning (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/87/WMC_at_night.jpg) when they went to work. *sniff*
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:39 pm (UTC)Can I make one correction? It is this line:
Jack: The moment she reaches this world, I’m going to detonate the energy stored in that package. It’ll wipe out Syriath and seal the rift forever. And these stones will rise and sing.
The last sentence is "In These Stones Horizons Sing". It is what is carved in Welsh and English across the front of the Millenium Centre opposite the Hub at the Bay in Cardiff - and very beautiful it is too.
Hope you don't mind me pointing it out but it gives more meaning/poignancy to what Jack is saying and Ianto would know the reference:)
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:48 pm (UTC)Hadn't refreshed the page from this morning when I went to work and left it on hibernate!!
Sorry to not check first, was wondering why no one else had seen it.
Still, even more amazing now :)
Will reply to other post of yours later on - now it's Dylan time and over to the field!
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