Day One

“It's weird. It's just different. It's not men, it's just him. It's only him. And I don't even know what it is, really, so. So I'm not broadcasting it.”

GWEN: All right, Glyn? What's occurring?

GLYN: I've been watching the bay. No sea monsters.

GWEN: Ah, still early.

RUPESH: It started two months ago. Bodies, taken down to the mortuary, then the records just stop. Five of them. Five in two months. And none of them white. One of West Indian decent, one African, three Chinese. All male.

JACK: What was your name again?

RUPESH: Rupesh. Rupesh Patanjali.

JACK: What do you think?

IANTO: NHS.

JACK: Yeah. Too much red tape. Sorry. But good luck with it.

GWEN: Why are you so interested?

RUPESH: Well, from what I've heard, it just sounds, I don't know.

GWEN: Exciting?

RUPESH: I suppose.

GWEN: Glamorous?

RUPESH: No, more, sort of. The thing is, we've all seen it now, the past few years. Alien life. Even though half the world's still denying it. For me, okay, it's the suicides. The past few years suicide rates have doubled, and that's ever since the first alien. My first case, my first death, was a suicide. Do you know why she did it? Because she'd written all these letters. She'd been a Christian all her life, and then alien life appears. She wrote this bit. She said, it's like science has won.

GWEN: Lost her faith.

RUPESH: More than that. She said she saw her place in the universe, and it was tiny. She died because she thought she was nothing.

RHYS: So, what do you think's causing it?

GWEN: I can't say. Top secret.

RHYS: You haven't got a clue, have you?

GWEN: No idea.

CLEM: What's that thing?

GWEN: The technical name is a gizmo.