What's Past Is Prologue
At UNIT, the Major orders Alex to get his translation software working, and the aliens continue to growl and shout.
Rose begins to wig because of the whole thing where she understands all alien language, because of the TARDIS. "So why isn't it doing it now?" asks Mickey, and she is very sad. This is one of the more touching scenes, to me: "I don't know. Must be the Doctor. Like he's part of the circuit, and he's...he's broken." It's awesome because she's right, it is a circuit, but she just doesn't know all the links yet.
Major Blake informs Harriet that Washington is making demands: "The President's insisting that he take control of the situation." Harriet tells Blake to tell the President -- and to please use these exact words -- that he's "not my boss, and he's certainly not turning this into a war." Harriet leaves Blake for Alex at his laptop, and everybody wishes Harriet, or at least Russell Davies, were really PM. (Can you imagine?) The translator's working busily, but so far no dice; the ship's about five hours away. Harriet Jones looks up at the screen, and thinks about safety, and about fear.
The news says that even though there's a hoaxy cover story, NATO's on red alert. Jackie sits beside the restless Doctor, gently begging him to wake up, calling him "sweetheart," asking again and again what it is that he needs. She's trying to close the circuit and doesn't even know that she's the answer: home. The TV says, "Speaking strictly off the record, government sources are calling this our longest night."
Major Blake sits in a chair, deep in thought, as Harriet approaches and asks if there's been a Code Nine. Oh my God, even Harriet can't handle David Tennant. We're calling that a "Ten" now, dear. Major Blake is sorry to say that there's been no Doctor sighting as yet. "You've met him," Blake remembers, and calls him "the stuff of legend." He is that, Harriet agrees. But "failing him," she almost stammers, and then steels herself, and looks into the Major's eyes: "What about Torchwood?" He's taken aback, stuttering, and she says she knows damn well that she's not supposed to know about that -- "Not even the United Nations knows" -- but that "if ever there was a need" for Torchwood, it's now. The Major balks: "I can't take responsibility." Harriet says that she can, and will. She tells him to get them ready; she thinks about rage.