Stargate SG-1

Chevron one, encoded.

Barber.

When you get there, give this to Daniel, will you?

Sir? - We had a bet.

I lost.

What'd you bet on?

Chevron two, encoded.

Sports-related.

Just give it to him. He'll know.

Yes, sir.

Chevron 3, encoded.

What sport?

What sport did you bet on?

Curling.

Daniel bet on curling?

Oh, yes.

His team won the big bonspiel.

Ok, you don't want to tell me

what the bet is, that's fine.

Good.

Have fun.

Chevron 4, encoded.

Chevron 5, encoded.

So, sir, are you sure you'd rather take the weekend off

than come with me to see this place?

Well, you know, I get that way

when I work my ass off.

In fact, I'd have figured

you might want some time off yourself by now.

Oh, I do, but Daniel says I have all the...

That was the bet?

Whether or not I'd go?

Don't you have anything better to do?

Chevron 7, locked.

Barber!

Oh, my God.

Jack, you have got to see this place.

Daniel, there's been an incident.

Yeah, I know. I got your message.

But this is really important.

There is this light, and it's one of the...

Barber's dead.

W-What?

Come on.

Did lieutenant Barber show any signs

of depression while on the mission?

The opposite. He was...

Fine.

How long had he been back?

Well, he hadn't even been Earthside for 48 hours.

What was he doing?

Awaiting the results of atranslation

with which I was assisting Daniel Jackson.

If you're asking me if he was suicidal, he wasn't.

He was fine. He was...

He was better than fine.

Did anybody talk to him or, like, notice anything?

Nothing.

We were all taken by surprise.

Well, so am I.

I don't even know what to say.

We'll continue to investigate

what may have compelled him

to do what he did,

but it's been my experience

that these questions

often go unanswered.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Jackson, perhaps you could tell us more

about this Goa'uld palace you were studying.

Dr. Jackson?

Yes, uh, sorry. Um...

Were there any signs of recent Goa'uld activity?

No, I'm pretty sure that no one had been there

for hundreds of years, but, uh,

there was this room where there was this pedestal,

which projected this light matrix hologram onto the ceiling

and it was, uh...

Absolutely stunning.

Any idea as to its purpose?

Ideas, yes, but I was hoping

this... might tell me more.

It's kind of like a Goa'uld handheld computer,

and when it's turned on, it displays this Goa'uld dialect

I've never seen before, and there were similar writings

all over the pillars of the palace.

I'm thinking or hoping... crossing my fingers, actually...

That... they're instructions.

I would be happy to provide further assistance

with the translation, Daniel Jackson.

Thank you. I was counting on that.

Hey.

What you watching?

A digital recording.

I am endeavoring to translate the Goa'uld writings

of which Daniel Jackson has spoken.

How goes the endeavoring?

On a second viewing, I have discovered a figure

moving in the background.

It does not appear to be one of our personnel.

He never mentioned anyone else.

What is wrong with this thing?

This thing isn't working.

Did you check the battery?

I need to go back to the planet and figure

out what's going on.

Hammond suggested we do that tomorrow.

This thing isn't working and tomorrow isn't good enough.

Yes, It is.

I'm going to talk to Hammond.

Hey.

Have you slept

at all since you returned?

I fail to see what that has to do with anything.

SG-1 has been hard at it for weeks,

and I'm not sending you anywhere

until you've all at least had a night's sleep.

I'm fine.

You're physically and mentally exhausted, doctor.

Well, I admit I have been pushing myself a bit,

but this device could hold the key

to everything about that entire place,

and I can't make any more progress on it here.

You're scheduled to leave tomorrow morning.

One more day isn't going to make a difference.

I'm telling you It is.

Thank you for yourtime, sir.

You know, it is beyond my comprehension

how anybody like yourself,

who has so much power,

can miss the point entirely.

Hey, hey! Knock it off!

It's all right, colonel.

This letter is to lieutenant Barber's family,

explaining that he died in the service of country.

I've spent the last two hours on it.

I can't tell them anything about how he died

or anything about the work he did here...

Only that he's gone.

Do you get the point?

Yes, sir.

He does.

Get him out of here.

What's the delay?

Daniel hasn't reported in this morning, sir.

What? I just called him.

I think he picked up,

but now I just get a busy signal.

Yesterday he was demanding to leave immediately.

Maybe I should give him a wake-up call, sir?

Sounds to me like he could use one.

Daniel?

Daniel?

What are you doing out here?

None of it means anything.

Daniel, why don't you come inside here?

I tried.

It just...

Goes away.

Ok. Well, we'll...

We'll get it back.

You can't get it back.

Well, whatever's wrong, we'll.. We'll fix it.

You don't even know what I'm talking about.

No. No, I don't.

But... come inside.

Jack?

Yeah.

The pet scan reveals

that his neurological activity is slowing.

So?

Neurotransmitters relay messages within the body.

Too many or too few of these chemical transmissions

can result in anxiety, depression,

or a number of emotional or physical disorders.

Does this have anything to do with Barber's thing?

If the remaining members of SG-5

are reporting identical symptoms, yes.

It seems almost certain.

The only good news is that it doesn't appear

to be the result of a contagion.

Well, if it's not a disease, what?

I don't know.

Such a drastic shift in levels

is generally drug-induced,

but all of their systems are void

of any foreign substances,

not to mention that preliminary

MALP readings of p4x347

have ruled out all the usual suspects:

Air, radiation...

So if we retrace SG-5's tracks,

we may be able to come up with something.

I'm afraid, colonel, until we get a grasp on...

General, we saw the shadow on the video.

Now, something or someone is affecting these guys.

More than affecting them, sir.

If their brain function continues to fail,

they could be facing a worst-case scenario.

So we go in mop2,