Stargate SG-1

Um...

Ow.

- What? - Jack.

I've translated the writing on the colonnade SG-2 discovered on P3X-439.

I'll be there in half an hour.

It talks about a library of knowledge, Jack.

I think the monument contains a repository of the Ancients.

Repository?

That thing that grabbed your head, made you talk crazy.

Sounds like we should stay away, then.

We should be able to find another way to access the information.

Sam's used Tok'ra crystals to find a way to transfer all kinds of different energy.

...we should go there as soon as possible.

- Yeah? - So?

- I'll be there in half an hour. - OK. Bye.

No, no, no, wait. Don't hang up. I need a seven-letter word.

- I told Sam I wouldn't help you. - This'll be one thing she doesn't know.

"Up, down, charmed, blank."

Strange.

Yeah. Well, thanks anyway.

No, the word you're looking for...

I know, I know. I couldn't get her off the phone.

I should be done by noon.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it won't take long to say no.

I'll be at Georgetown at two for my Poli-Sci class,

and I'm speaking at the Women in Washington dinner at seven.

I'll call you back. This guy's gonna steal my cab. I called for a taxi ten minutes ago.

As do I.

I cannot be late. I'm going to the White House.

I have to be there in 15 minutes. I'm meeting with the president.

- Of the United States. Really, I am. - Hey. One of you gonna get in or what?

Wait! Can I offer you a cab fare, wherever you need to go?

- Can you call this man another taxi? - Excuse me, Dr Weir.

- Please get in, ma'am. - Uh...

Mr Vice President.

Dr Weir.

It wasn't necessary for you to pick me up, sir.

I was on my way from the athletic club.

Besides, there are very few people who could properly brief you for this interview.

Uh, interview? I agreed to have just a meeting...

How would you respond if I told you the Air Force is currently conducting

top-secret operations with an alien transportation device called the Stargate?

It was discovered in the early 1900s at Giza, not too far from the Great Pyramids.

Is this a joke?

- What is it? - A note from the president.

And you might wanna read this, too.

Oh, my God.

- How long have you been waiting? - You said half an hour.

General Hammond's waiting.

Excuse me.

The fate of the world is in the balance and you've been finishing this?

I believe it was double or nothing.

OK. 23 across. "The atomic weight of boron." The answer is ten.

- Yes. - You wrote the word "fat".

Your point?

Should be out of here.

Harper. Reynolds.

- Sir. - Jack.

SG-3 spotted a Goa'uld reconnaissance drone where they found the colonnade.

Since that means the Goa'uld were aware of it,

SGs 3 and 5 will be providing backup.

If General Hammond approves the mission.

- What mission? - Good morning, SG-1.

- Nice of you to join us. - Good morning, sir.

I've read Dr Jackson's report on his translation.

After the last time you encountered something like this,

I'm surprised you're so willing to take on this mission.

So am I, sir.

Jack.

Daniel.

Why wouldn't we want to gain access to the greatest repository of knowledge?

Find the Lost City of the Ancients,

and use their technology to save the entire galaxy from the evil of the Goa'uld?

Well, there's that.

From the mission file I've read, this thing whips up from the wall,

grabs your head and rearranges your brain.

- Sort of. - Sort of?

It downloads the entire library of Ancient knowledge into a person's mind.

That massive amount of data then unspools into your brain,

eventually taking over your consciousness.

- But it wasn't meant for primitives like us. - Easy, fella.

The report said you almost died last time, sir.

The Asgard removed the information from O'Neill's mind before he was lost to us.

So, why don't we just shoot Thor a call? Get him standing by as backup.

We tried, sir. He's not responding.

None of our alien allies have been reliable of late. Should something happen again...

No one should interface with the device.

We're suggesting it be brought home for study.

The engineering team that studied the last one of these devices you found

determined nothing after months of research.

We believe that device's power source was depleted when O'Neill activated it.

Recent intel suggests Anubis has become

a serious threat to dominate the rest of the Goa'uld in a very short time.

We have to consider Earth is at risk now more than ever.

If the knowledge contained within this device

can lead us to technologies we can use to defend ourselves, we must pursue it.

- Why didn't you just say that? - Sorry.

You have a go. And be careful, people.

The file you read in the car is just the beginning.

You might want to familiarise yourself with more of this before you take the job.

Take the job? I just found out that science fiction isn't fiction.

I mean, I've known there were secrets, big secrets, but this is...

I don't know what's scarier - the fact that this is all true or that you're telling me.

I can't imagine what kind of job you're offering me, but I don't care any more.

I realise you haven't met the president yet.

Just try and say no.

Chevron seven locked.

SG teams 1, 3 and 5, good luck. God speed.

Thank you, sir. Let's move out.

Reynolds. Set up a defence perimeter as you see fit. Hold the gate till we get back.

- You got it. - Sir.

SG-1, move out.

You know, we've searched this place, up and down.

I know.

We could have Goa'uld on our collective asses any minute now.

I know.

According to the text in this column, it's inside.

Inside, you say?

Well, let me tell you, my friend,

there is no "inside".

There's just a whole lotta outside.

I know.

I'm getting some strange readings from here.

If I'm right...

Look out.

- Reynolds, come in. - Go ahead.

- Yeah, we got something here. Stand by. - All clear for the moment.

Now we just have to figure out how to get this thing out of the wall.

- Damn. - Careful.

All right, one more time. Why are we doing this? Why?

- You hear something, Harper? - We got multiple bogeys, coming in fast.

Dial the gate. Send constant radio signal. We have to keep that door open.

SG-1, we have incoming.

- Let's go. - We can't just leave.

Daniel.

We must not allow this device to fall into the hands of Anubis.

Fine.

- Jack! - He's right. If we destroy it,

we lose our only chance to find the location of the Lost City.

O'Neill.

Ah, crap.

All right, then what?

No, no, no, no, no.

Jack, somebody has to do it. The answer is in there.

If we don't find the Lost City, we're as good as dead.

And who does the translating when you go Ancient?

In fact, you're the one person who can't do it.

Jack!

Sir!

O'Neill.

SG-1, where the hell are you guys? We can't hold out for long.

Colonel Reynolds, we are headed back to the gate.

Hold positions. Greaves, you're with me.

Take cover!

Jack. Jack, you OK?

- What's going on? - Come on. Let's get him up.

- Coming through the gate. - We're behind you. Go!

- What happened? - Didn't quite go according to plan.

- We have to get him to the infirmary. - I did it again.

Dr Weir.

Sorry to have kept you so late.

That's all right. I've been doing a little reading.

Mr President, I mean, this is truly so outrageous,

I feel compelled on behalf of everyone who has no idea that...

Megan. Could you get a car ready for Dr Weir?

Five minutes. Thanks.

Sit down.

- Would you like something? - No, thank you.

Your reaction was very similar to mine when I found out.

I'm sorry. Five minutes, sir?

The negotiation you mediated in North Africa?

Yes? What does that have to do with this?

Just that the Stargate probably makes that seem like child's play.

Well, frankly, sir, I have absolutely no idea what you want from me.

You brokered a dozen of the most sensitive treaties in modern times,

speak God knows how many languages.

Just five.

Five.

I suppose your aversion to the military will be an issue.

What are we talking about, exactly?

You running the Stargate programme.

Oh.

- How in the hell did this happen? - It wasn't an accident.

- He did it deliberately. - To access the Ancients' knowledge.

He, uh... We figured we'd never get another shot at it.

We know that the Ancient knowledge will essentially overwrite his brain.

We're hoping he'll become aware of the information we're looking for.

And then?

Then it will overwhelm his nervous system, and he will...

What? Meet my maker? Pay the piper?

Breach the pearly gates? Start pushing up daisies here and there?

You should be in the infirmary.

Why? We all know exactly what's gonna happen.

In a few days, I start speaking some strange language.

Few days after that, I start doing things beyond my control.

And a few days after that, it's "Good night, my someone, good night."

With your permission, I'd like to take the weekend, get a few things together.

Last time, it took a couple of days before we noticed a change in behaviour.

I'll be back Monday, ready to work.

- Permission granted. - Thank you, sir.