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Jack and Ianto shout in horror, he covers his lover's face, turn him away from the screen, screams in incoherent anger of his own.
But he doesn't open the door.
Adam SHOUTS at David, pleading. "STOP IT, MAN, STOP IT! "
But David whips the gun up, into Adam's throat, backing him off, shutting him up.
He resumes his pounding of John.
Adam turns, looks up at the camera in the corner of the room.
He can't stand it anymore. He whips off his jacket, runs to the camera, and covers the lens.
While Jack watches, the monitor that cover the master bedroom abruptly goes black, mercifully sparing them the sight of John's beating.
He holds Ianto, who's sobbing, shaking.
John finally lapses into unconsciousness. David stands over him, chest heaving.
Adam stand in the doorway, neither in nor out of the room, a silhouette, head hung.
.
.
.
Jack tries desperately to see something on the bedroom monitor, but it's hopeless, it's covered. On the hallway monitor, he can just see shadows, as two men in the bedroom lift a third off the floor and carry him across the room.
A sudden BEEPING sound tears his attention away. Still holding Ianto, he pulls him back, off his shoulder.
His face is completely white, his lips blue, his eyes rolled back into his head.
The BEEPING sound grows louder, he checks Ianto's wristwatch, the reading is dire:
57
Jack GASPS, horrified. "Oh God, oh my God..."
Ianto begins to convulse, he bucks right out of Jack's arms and falls back onto the floor of the panic room.
Jack clears everything away from him, tries to make room for him.
The convulsion worsens.
Jack searches through the piles of supplies, comes up with a plastic-handled screwdriver.
He opens Ianto's jaws, wedges the plastic handle between his teeth.
He helps Ianto ride out the convulsion.
Finally, his eyes roll back into his head, he slowly re-orients himself.
Ianto reaches over, turns off his still beeping wristwatch/monitor himself.
Ianto sighs, a shuddering sigh of relief, but he is nowhere near normal.
His skin has passed through white and is turning a sallow yellow color.
He moves his lips, Jack can't hear him, he bends down "You gotta jab me, Daddy my..."
Jack turns, looks back at the monitors. What he sees is good news -
The jacket has been removed from the bedroom camera. Adam and David are gone, the only person there is John, who lies slumped on the far side of the bed.
Jack looks quickly over at the monitor for the living room.
He sees Adam and David having an urgent conversation, Adam sitting in a chair, David pacing in front of him, ranting.
Jack's face lights up, he practically laughs, he's so overjoyed at this turn of events.
He turns, looks back at Ianto, who is starting to tremble again.
That does it.
Jack leaps up, hits the button that controls the steel door, and it starts to crank open, almost impossibly slowly.
Jack steps out of the panic room, into the master bedroom. He looks at John, on the bed. With his back to him he can't even tell if he's alive or dead, but first things must be first, so he turns and races out of the room.
Jack flies up the stairs, bare feet on padded carpet.
In the living room, David looks up, hearing the pitter-pat of the feet on the stairs above.
He smiles and pulls his ski mask back on, to cover his face.
Coming around behind him, we see Adam sitting in the chair. Except it isn't Adam at all, it's John, unconscious, wearing Adam's shirt.
And if John is the person in the chair, that means -
- the person on the bed in the bedroom is Adam, wearing John's shirt. His eyes pop open, he sits up, sees the wide open door to the panic room.
Jack races into Ianto's bedroom and tears open the door of a mini-fridge. Inside are dozens of little bottles of insulin and something called Glucogen.
He grabs a bottle of Glucogen and a black leather pouch and takes off.
As Jack nears the bottom of the stairs, he sees a horrifying sight. It's David, ski mask over his face, standing in the doorway of the master bedroom.
He screams, he slams the door, he takes off down the hall, reaches the end, throws the door open - and races into the master bedroom, where David is motoring, fast, headed for the panic room, where he can already see Adam, standing in the middle of the open doorway, in front of Ianto, wearing John's shirt and a grim "tricked you" expression.
Jack hurls himself at David, lands clinging to his back. He claws and wrestles with him, gets one hand on his ski mask, tears it from his head. He reaches up to try to stop him from pulling it off –
- His gun slips from his fingers, falls to the floor –
- And bounces off his boot, spinning across the floor away from them.
David flips him off his back violently, he slams to the floor, clutching his mask and getting a good long look at his face. He makes a move toward his gun, but he's faster, he's already pawing himself frantically across the hardwood toward it.
David measures the distance, knows he'll lose, and sprints for the panic room instead. Jack turns, looks down at the medicine in his hands, then at the door to the panic room, where David is right now reaching up to push the button that controls the steel door.
He makes a fast decision and lunges, hurling the plastic bottle of Glucogen and the black leather pouch through the gap just before - - the spring-loaded steel door slams shut with tremendous ferocity.
And then it's silent.
Jack wails in agony, pounds on the door.
He stands back, chest heaving, sobbing.
A looooong Moment goes by.
Finally, a voice comes over the house's intercom system. "If you leave the house, we'll kill him."
Jack sobs.
If I see a uniform in the house, we'll kill him.
"Oh... oh..." Jack wails.
You understand?
Jack looks up at the camera in the master bedroom. He nods, terrified.
Adam pushes past David, at the speaker button, and leans forward. He's approaching exhaustion. "I just... I just need forty-five minutes."
David stands behind him, muttering to himself. "Saw my face, man. Saw my face."
We see Jack's face, agonized, as he lunges toward the camera, screaming something up at it, the same thing, over and over. But in here his voice is nearly muted, what bleeds through the walls isn't enough to be heard.
David looks at his image on the monitor, irritated.
Shut up.
We abruptly hear his voice, full-throated. "- cine, he needs the MEDICINE! GIVE HIM THE – "
Ianto shivers in a corner, knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the intruders, scared out of his wits, and looking very, very sick.
Adam looks at him, musters the most reassuring face he can come up with under the circumstances. "It's gonna be cool, kid. Be outta here before you know it."
No response from Ianto. Adam cocks a head, really looking at him. "Are you okay?"
"Hurry up, for Christ's sake!" Davis barks and Adam turns, grabs his satchel, and drops to his knees in the middle of the floor. Over his shoulder, we can see the face of Jack on one of the monitors, shouting into the camera, begging them to give Ianto his medicine.
Using his hand, Adam measures six lengths in from the wall, then digs his fingernails into the weave of the carpet, looking for a seam.
He finds one, gets hold of it on one edge, and runs his other hand along the seam till he finds a place where it seems to turn a corner. He stands, hovering over the carpet, and pulls back evenly with both hands.
The concealed carpet flap pulls back neatly, with the soft sound of tearing velcro. Underneath the flap - - is the smooth metal door of a floor safe.
Adam unsnaps his satchel and gives it a shove. It rolls out and opens up onto the floor, revealing a neat array of safecracking tools.
He begins his delicate work, but is suddenly jarred by a pounding on the metal door. He turns, annoyed. Jack is still screaming outside the door.
"The hell does he want?" Adam asks.
"I don't know, he keeps screamin' the same thing over and over." Sean says with amusement.
Adam turns, looks at the monitors.
Jack is staring up at the camera, miming the act of giving himself an injection in the arm.
David laughs. "Drugs. He wants drugs. What the fuck?"
But Adam thinks.
His eyes fall on the bottle and the leather pouch he hurled through the door, then whip over to Ianto, who sags over into a fetal position on the floor.
His lips are moving.
"Oh, man..." Adam whispers. He crawls over to Ianto, puts his ear down next to Ianto's lips. "What is it?"
Ianto tries to summon enough strength to speak, but his breath comes hard. "I need..."
"Yeah?"
"... 'jection..."
"An injection?' Adam guesses.
Ianto nods. Adam points to the pouch and the Glucogen, on the floor nearby. "That stuff?"
Ianto nods again.
"Can you do it yourself?'
Ianto shakes his head no.
"Well, I don't know how."
Ianto looks at him, eyes pleading.
David stands behind Adam. "I don't fucking believe this. (to Ianto) You gotta wait."
Ianto just looks at Adam. "Please."
"Yeah, just like a half hour, maybe a little more, and your sugar daddy'll give it to you. You can wait a half hour, can't you? "
"Yeah." Davis nods, "He can. He's fine, he's just like, tired, he's gotta rest. You rest, Kid. Half an hour. "
Ianto looks terrified, shaking his head no.
"Come on."
He starts to pull Adam away, but Adam shakes his hand off, violently. He bends down very close to Ianto's lips. "Tell me the truth, okay? What's gonna happen if you don't get this?"
Ianto swallows, licks his cracking lips. When he speaks, it's breathy, almost inaudible. But the words are clear. "Coma. Die."