Confrontations — Jack's got a live one cornered in an alley. He approaches in his usual suave and cocky fashion and says with a smirk, "Hate to break it to ya, but you're not my first."

If only Jack was talking to a hottie he followed out of a bar, and not a point-toothed, rabid weevil he's been chasing all over town.

Jack shows the weevil the Torchwood-issued "anti-weevil spray" and hand clamps he's brought with him. (On his days off he swaps them for hair gel and nipple clamps, for an entirely different kind of hunt.)

The weevil charges Jack and slashes at his chest, slicing his shirt and giving him the classic cheese grater across the pec. But Jack is no Bruce Lee and doesn't rip off the tatters of his shirt and go nunchaku-crazy on any weevil ass while bare-chested and bleeding. No.

Jack runs back out to the street and attempts to hone in on the whereabouts of his team on his Dick Tracy wrist gadget.

At that very moment, Gwen, who just happens to be in a nearby restaurant, is lapsing into a coma listening to Rhys blather on about the difference between rare and medium-rare steak.

Rhys looks up and sees Jack across the street dialing into his wrist gadget. Rhys exclaims, "What the hell was that?" as if he's never seen a man with a big, honking, glowing blue watch before. Gwen turns, and upon seeing Jack, smiles with excitement. Saved!

Jack runs over to the restaurant, hastily introduces himself to Rhys, grabs Gwen and starts to take off with her.

Rhys: Hey, hold on, son. That's my girlfriend.
Gwen: Rhys, this is Jack.
Rhys: Sit down, Gwen.
Gwen: He's my boss.
Rhys: Sit the fuck down!
Gwen: Don't ever speak to me like that.

Gwen looks at Rhys with disgust, grabs her purse and runs off with Jack in search of the weevil. Rhys is stuck with a dozen pairs of eyes on him, an undercooked steak and the check.

Away from the restaurant, Jack reminds Gwen she's supposed to keep her life under control, even though he's the one who just kidnapped her in the middle of dinner. Bosses and their insane demands; it's the same in any country.

Gwen and Jack track the weevil to an indoor garage, where it's undoubtedly wandering aimlessly, trying to remember where it parked its car. Just as they have it cornered, a white van comes screeching to a halt. Some men in ski masks jump out, Taser the weevil, and throw it into the van.

Just before jumping into the van, one of the men looks right at Jack and smiles at him from behind his mask. Jack asks breathlessly, "Who the hell were they?" And get that guy's digits, because he has dreamy brown eyes.

Torchwood, minus one- At the hub, Jack wants answers. Does everyone know about weevils? What do those men want with the weevils? Why does Torchwood not know about any of this?