Stargate SG-1 s01e04 Episode Script
The Broca Divide
When we completed interviews of all the|refugees you brought back from Chulak, ten of them identified|the final four symbols the Goa'ulds used to escape|through the Chulak Stargate.
When we disregard the last|one as point-of-origin that leaves|three to work with.
Captain Carter's computer|model has thus far extrapolated only one set of|symbols from the Abydos cartouche that contains|these three glyphs.
Let me guess that's|where we're going.
- Very good, Colonel.
|- Thank you, sir.
I pride myself on my|deductive reasoning skills.
In one hour, you will go through the Gate|to the planet represented by these symbols.
It has been|designated P3X-797.
Couldn't we call this planet something|that's a little easier to remember? Uh, it's based on a binary code|the computer uses for extrapolation.
Which makes it much|easier to remember.
We sent an M.
A.
L.
P.
probe|through thirty minutes ago.
Atmosphere is breathable,|no detectable radiation, temperature approximately|40 degrees Fahrenheit.
Can we see the|video playback, sir? There is no playback.
Why no playback? It appears to be very dark where|the Gate resides on this planet.
Well, the MALP probe has|lights on it, doesn't it? We think they were broken|during transport through the Gate.
This is crazy! We don't know what could be|there waiting for us when we come through.
Don't you worry, boys.
That's why|the SG-3 Marines are coming with.
You can count on us to|watch your backsides.
Actually, it's more my front|side I was worried about.
Chevron four, encoded! Chevron five, encoded! You're late.
|Put these on.
- Doesn't look like my prescription.
|- Chevron six, encoded! Thermal night-vision goggles.
Hey, here's a question|Why doesn't the MALP have a set of these? Chevron seven, locked! SG-1 and SG-3, you have a go! Repeat, you have a go! Okay! We'll take point! Ah.
We'll go through first.
You|watch our lovely backsides, remember? Have it your way, flyboy.
Are you out of your mind? If Skaara or Sha're|are on the other side, those jarheads'll|open fire on them as soon as they see|the light of their eyes if you know what|I mean.
You want that? Give us ten count,|then come on down! One-one-thousand Two-one-thousand Fan out.
Fire! I'm real glad it was|you who took point! No, I'm okay.
|Thanks for asking.
- Everybody else?|- I think so.
- What were those things?|- I haven't the slightest idea.
Daniel! What are they? Well, they don't look|completely Homo sapien.
Uh, the larger brow ridge would imply Homo erectus,|but then again, they'd have canine teeth uh, they could be Australopithecus, but|the brow ridge would be less prominent - You don't know, do you?|- No.
Why does that one female look|different? She looks more human.
We have to stop him! No, that's how prehistoric males|probably had sex.
Forcibly.
The strongest male gets to mate;|that's survival of the fittest.
Well, I call it rape, and|I think we should stop it! Where are those|rocks coming from? There! Makepeace! You and your|men take the wide left flank.
We'll take the right.
Copy? Let's go.
Don't move! - All right, hold your fire!|- Lower your weapons! They could be Goa'ulds.
Just keep 'em covered.
There's no entry scar.
They're not Goa'ulds.
|Lower your weapons, kids.
Any idea what they are? My lord, we are the Untouched.
I am High Councillor Tuplo.
We are pleased the gods have|deemed us worthy of a return visit.
Gods.
Ah Only the gods come through the Stargate.
|I think they're talking about us.
We should probably start getting|used to this kind of treatment.
Oh, for crying out loud,|we're not gods.
Get up.
Please.
Perhaps they wish us to|treat them as mortals.
A test? Please.
Let us take|you to the Land of Light.
Love what they've|done with the place.
I was going to do my living room like this,|but it didn't go with my other stuff.
Looks Minoan.
Welcome.
Please, come.
Sit.
- Is she all right?|- I do hope.
She is my daughter.
- What's her name?|- She is called Melocia.
I can only hope we|rescued her in time from the hands|of the Touched.
We must now wait to see if|she has been cursed by them.
The creatures that took her,|what were they, exactly? They are the Touched.
They were unfortunate enough|to be cursed by the hilk'sha.
Hilk'sha.
There's a word like that on|Abydos.
Is that 'gods of the earth'? Gods of the underworld.
Evil gods.
The hilk'sha needed only to|touch the unfortunate among us, and they would|become possessed.
Pure evil, like wild animals.
So these|'Touched' people used to live here with you? They were us|until they changed.
They became too dangerous and we were forced to banish|them to the Land of the Dark.
And where are|these evil gods now? Oh, they do not|show themselves.
We know only of their presence|because of their actions.
When was the last time|the good gods came around? Well, if you are|not them, then it has been at|least a generation.
A generation.
Okay um will you|excuse us for a moment? Ah, no please, no.
Wait.
Sounds like the Goa'ulds aren't|here and haven't been for some time.
That is my assessment as well.
- Daniel? Carter?|- I agree.
In that case, gear up.
We'll|move out in fifteen minutes.
- Wait a minute, move out?|- Yeah.
Back to the Stargate, back to Earth,|terra firma, home, you've heard of it? Uh well uh we|should stay a while longer and study this society - learn how|they've evolved from a Minoan culture.
I mean, you see those statues|over there - those are bulls.
The bull is all throughout Minoan culture|and art, but we never really knew why.
Hey, I'm a big fan|of all this stuff.
But art appreciation is not|what this mission is about.
Get your gear together.
- Find anything?|- Uh, no, sir.
Yes, sir.
Uh, actually, sir, we|found a whole hell of a lot.
Sir.
Some beautiful|decor, nice folks.
Nothing of strategic|importance, sir.
All right, get cleaned up.
|Mission debriefing in half an hour.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, I know I'm a guest at|this party, but I have to protest.
Let me guess, Doctor, this is the science|versus military discussion again? Well yes.
This mission was|a perfect example of my argument.
We should have stayed on that planet longer; it was|the perfect opportunity to study Minoan culture.
- Not to mention primitive man.
|- This really isn't necessary, Doctor, as I've already Sir, would you let|me finish, please? Ok.
Um, the people on the|dark side are pre-Stone Age, but the people on the light side|are clearly from the Bronze Age.
So what better opportunity|to study the Broca Divide? The what?|Excuse me.
The Broca Divide.
Pierre Paul Broca was a|19th century anthropologist.
He founded modern craniometry|to study craniums and brains and to compare the divide in intelligence|between early species of mankind.
Fascinating.
- Should I start the debriefing, Sir?|- That would be a good idea, Colonel.
Now, just, just|wait a minute! Dr.
Jackson, you're wasting your breath.
|You've already won the argument.
But I have to insist you|what, what, what, what? I've already won? The President agrees with|you.
He's asked that we evaluate the scientific and cultural|value of each mission from now on.
- Oh, for crying out loud.
|- He has.
- Yes.
|- That's great! Wonder how that thing in your gut|would like his neck ripped in half? - Please release me, Lieutenant Johnson.
|- Johnson! Let him go! Not until this|Goa'uld apologizes.
Lieutenant Johnson,|take your seat now.
No! General, I would prefer|to not hurt this man.
What is your problem, Marine? Take him to the infirmary.
|Tell them to keep him in restraints|and check him out.
So what do you think that|was all about with Johnson? Beats me.
Maybe he was drunk.
I don't know.
It didn't|quite seem like inebriation.
What the - What the hell's going on?|- I don't know! I didn't see anything! We need medics, section|C, stat! Two men down! Carter! Uh|sorry, didn't know you were in here.
- Mmph! Hey! What the hell's going on?|- I want you.
Why? I mean, no! Carter,|this is a little out of line, don't you think? You want me? No, no - not like this, not like Carter! What's|gotten into you? It's about time you|saw a doctor, Doctor.
Keep her from hurting herself|until the sedatives take effect.
- Is this pretty much what Johnson has?|- Oh, I'd say so.
And the other members of the team.
This|is the strangest thing I've ever seen.
Come on.
Let's take a look.
We converted DEFCON-1|living compartments from when this place was a|missile silo into isolation chambers.
You never know what you're going|to bring back through the Stargate.
Notice the swelling|of the brow ridge? Some are even developing|new follicle growth.
- Any idea what's causing it?|- Wish I knew.
I've got calls in to every|specialist in the service, but - I've got one hand tied|behind my back because of the need-to-know classification|of the Stargate project.
And it's spreading.
We got|two more in an hour later.
I've never seen a behavioral|disorder like this.
All the victims are|acting like animals.
You think Carter|has the same thing? Mmm-hmm.
The behavior fits.
All the|victims are behaving like primitives.
Most female low-level|primates tend to choose their sexual partners according to|who would give them the strongest offspring.
The leaders of the pack, or a|tribe, were usually the prime choice.
- You should be flattered.
|- Oh, yeah.
I'm honored.
Jack! There you are.
Going on the Internet to do|a little research on Australopithecus, and wow, what happened to you? Oh, I - got in a little|wrestling match with Carter.
Why? I guess she's got|whatever Johnson's got.
Had to drag her|off to the infirmary.
What, did she start a fight with|you, like Johnson did with Teal'c? No, she, uh tried to seduce me.
Oh.
You poor man.
No, it wasn't like that.
She was like a wild|animal.
She was nuts.
Well, is she all right?|I should go see her.
Why? What do you mean, 'why?'|Because I care about her.
You care about her?|What's that mean? It means I care about|her, she's my friend.
- Now let - go!|- She's not yours to care about.
- What the hell are you talking about?|- I'm talking about Samantha.
You just stay away from her, okay? Okay.
Okay, Jack.
I think you should come with|me to the infirmary, okay? Just let go of me|and - let go of my Security! Get in here! Are you okay? We've managed to isolate an organism|in the victims' bloodstreams.
Organism? Like a parasite? More like a-a parasitical|virus.
And from what I can tell, it seems to feed on aleens and colenes,|chemical transmitters in the body.
That includes|neurotransmitters.
As they're depleted,|all but the most primitive parts of the|brain seem to just shut down.
That why they|act like animals? Actually, the organism|seems to release a hormone that stimulates the primitive regions|of the brain that are normally dormant.
I.
.
I have never seen|anything like this on Earth.
Exactly.
'On Earth.
'|That would explain the Touched.
Beg your pardon? That is what the primitives were|called on P3X-797.
The Touched.
But I think,|given recent events, I think it's safe to say that|they aren't born primitive, they must have this|very contagious disease.
And we came in contact|with it, isn't that special? So the question is, why haven't you and|Mr.
Teal'c come down with the symptoms? Um Mr.
Teal'c - Teal'c's|symbiote probably protects him.
- That would be likely.
|- Well - what about you, Dr.
Jackson? Well, that beats me.
You're the doctor, Doctor.
|Uh, maybe I have a natural immunity.
- Perhaps you will develop symptoms later.
|- Thank you for the moral support.
I am checking both of your blood|for the presence of the organism, and I would bet|that you both have it.
This appears to be|highly contagious.
Are you saying we could have|brought a new plague to this planet? Yes, sir, that's|exactly what I'm saying.
Well, that's it.
I'm ordering|this mountain sealed off.
No one comes in or goes out until we get a|handle on this thing.
Take that team to|reach the sub level 28.
He is going to damage himself.
I've been pumping him with sedatives to|control him, but they wear off fast.
|Help me give him some more.
Go, go! Hold his arm! "Cheyenne Mountain Complex" All levels below 16 is separated.
Yes, sir, this is|General Hammond.
Sir, I'm afraid I have|a serious situation here.
It appears we've brought a very contagious|disease through the Stargate.
Yes, sir, that's right.
No, sir, I've ordered the|mountain sealed off, but I think you should order in an armed division|to set up a second line of defense.
Well, sir, my recommendation is that anyone|attempting to leave the mountain should be shot on sight and the body burned.
Good news, General.
I could use some of that|about now.
What is it? These gentlemen don't appear to|have the organism in their system.
Now if we can just isolate why|they've been able to resist it.
Perhaps we should ask the Untouched how|they avoid contracting the disease.
Maybe they know|something we don't.
I could use a blood sample|from one of the uninfected.
Maybe they have something in|their systems to protect them something we|can synthesize.
All right.
Either of you|know how to draw blood? Doctor, teach them.
You go|through in half an hour.
Gear up.
W-w-w-w-wait! Wait!|Just the two of us? You're immune! I don't|know anyone else who is! Do not worry, Daniel Jackson.
The Touched were|easily frightened by your loud Earth weapons.
We can easily subdue them.
That's easy for you to say.
It's Melocia.
She's alive.
It appears she is afflicted.
- So they just - dump her out here?|- We dump them in a small room.
To protect them.
To protect everyone else.
|There is little difference.
You know, you're right?|They're like lepers.
And the dark side's|a leper colony.
What is a leper? Oh my God, never mind.
We have to help her.
Are you planning|on helping me? It is a long journey.
|We should leave her.
No.
No, let's - go! - Teal'c!|- Fire your weapon! It will frighten them off! Sorry, Colonel O'Neill, but your private|room just became semi-private.
We're running out of places to put all|the victims.
We've used the brigs, we've used the temp quarters,|some of the storage rooms.
Doc doc Did you say something? Give more What? Give more what? An injection? You mean|you want more sedative? You've already had more|than the maximum safe dosage, twice as much as anyone else|because you've been more violent.
- Give.
|- No.
- It's not safe.
|- GIVE! - Give.
|- Why are you so insistent? Must have been|in a lot of pain.
Colonel O'Neill? Me So you are still|in there somewhere.
Dream dream? I'm afraid not,|Colonel, it's very real.
This is interesting sedative|must knock back the primitive mind.
Colonel, listen to me.
I am not going to be|able to keep you at this level for very long.
It is too dangerous.
It could|cause permanent brain damage.
What? Wha - what is it?|- It's a parasitic virus.
All we can tell is that it seems to mess|with body chemicals - all of them.
Testosterone levels skyrocket,|thus the aggressive behavior.
It's a histamine-alytic, which|means it breaks down histamine.
Wha Experiment.
On me.
Experiment on you? No, sir, I can't do that.
Use me.
Welcome back, my Lord.
|Where are your friends? My friends are ill|because of this place.
- They have joined the Touched.
|- They were cursed by the hilk'sha.
It is not a curse.
|It is a disease.
I lost my friend on the|dark side of this planet.
You must help me retrieve him.
Why? So he can give you the curse?|So he can give all of us the curse? No, no! He is better|off where he is.
He does not have the disease.
He is immune.
|He is not cursed.
Then by now, he is gone.
He had your daughter with him.
Melocia is dead.
No.
She is out there.
On the dark side.
|I have seen her.
Help me retrieve|her and my friend.
She is among the Touched.
She can no longer|function amongst us.
Therefore, she is dead.
She is not dead.
If I believed otherwise, do you not|think I would help my own daughter? Many of us have loved|ones among the Touched.
My own father is there.
But we accept that|we cannot help them.
Therefore, they|are dead to us.
How can you be|so without heart? I must ask you to leave.
If you will not help|me find my friend, then I must have|a sample of your blood.
- Our blood?|- Blood is our lifeforce.
I assure you it will|cause you no harm.
I cannot abide this one in my|presence any longer! You are not welcome here.
When we return, I|expect to find you gone.
I am sorry.
All personnel, be advised that the mountain is now under a Code 5 lockdown.
|Repeat, the mountain is now under a Code 5 lockdown.
- Thank God you're back.
|- What happened to Captain Carter? She was stabbed by her roommate.
|Don't worry, it's superficial, she's going to be okay.
We've run out of space.
We've had to|start doubling up on the iso rooms.
I have retrieved the|blood sample you requested.
Good work, Mr.
Teal'c.
Colonel O'Neill.
Teal'c? I am afraid I lost Daniel Jackson|on the dark side of the planet.
I am sorry.
Colonel O'Neill? I think|I might have something.
I was examining the blood sample|that Mr.
Teal'c brought me, and then it hit me.
There|was very little histamine in it.
If the people on that|planet are human as you say, they have to have|histamine in their blood.
How does this help us? Well, as I said before, this microbe is a|histamine-alytic.
It feeds on histamine.
The Untouched have no histamine in their bodies,|so the organism couldn't survive in them.
I do not understand.
It is the|Untouched that become the Touched.
If they have none of the|substance of which you speak, why then do|some of them change? Because only some of them have|this low histamine level which means that there's probably a naturally|occurring antihistamine in their diets.
The ones who don't eat it|eventually contract the organism.
Which is what gave me an|idea.
I checked the files.
Both Dr.
Jackson and I have acute|rhenitis caused by severe allergies.
Explain.
I take strong antihistamines|every day.
So did Dr.
Jackson.
I have no histamine for|the microbe to feed on.
Just like the Untouched, the|organism starves in my body.
Does this mean|you have a cure? We have to try mega-doses of|chloropheniramine malleate on someone and see if it works.
Me.
I thought you might say that.
Now the dose required to completely clear the body|of histamine for a long enough period of time could be harmful.
You're sure.
Now all we can do is wait.
You'd better|lock him up again.
Doc! Open the door! Teal'c! - Colonel O'Neill?|- Lucy, I'm ho-ome! I am not Lucy.
I know that.
It's a reference to an old TV|- Never mind.
Open the door.
- I will summon the doctor.
|- No, come on.
I'm fine.
I'm back to being|myself.
Just open up.
I cannot be certain that you|are back to being yourself.
You referred to me as 'Lucy.
' Oh, for crying out loud,|will you just open the door? This stuff works.
|Let's find Doc.
"Sequence in progress"|Chevron three, encoded! Chevron four, encoded.
The guns are loaded with tranquilizer|darts filled with chloropheniramine.
Now a direct hit on a|Touched man or woman should knock them out long enough|in order to starve the disease.
- Chevron five, encoded!|- Good luck.
Thanks, Doc.
Are we going to try to|tranq all of the Touched? - Chevron six, encoded!|- Just the ones that get in the way of us finding Daniel.
We'll leave the rest|for the Untouched.
You think he's still alive? Chevron seven, locked! Let's find out.
Guess the|antihistamine wore off.
Daniel, you dog.
Keep this up, you'll have|a girl on every planet.
Just let me give|him an injection.
What are you doing? You must not bring|the Touched among us! Just hear us out, please? We found a cure.
- And we can bring back Melocia.
|- And your father.
Put him in the|isolation circle.
We will hear you.
Let him pass.
If you are not gods, how|did you destroy the curse? As we've been saying,|Tuplo, it's not a curse.
- It's a disease.
|- A sickness.
Jack! There's our boy.
Where are we? The light side of P3X-797.
I thought we were going|to give it a better name.
He's back.
He's normal.
Explain.
We know how to|lift the curse.
- Huh! If you are not gods|- Come out there with us.
We'll show you.
Father! You have done it, my lord.
Thank you.
We'll teach you how to|take care of the rest.
- Uh, sir?|- Yeah? About my earlier behavior|I wasn't myself, and Oh, Carter, I don't even|remember your earlier behavior.
- You don't?|- No, I was infected too, remember? Right! Good, I'm - I'm glad.
By the way, how's the wound? Wound? I understand you got|stabbed in the stomach? Oh, yeah, that -|that was nothing.
With any luck, there|won't even be a scar.
Well, good.
I was concerned.
- You were?|- Sure.
If it doesn't heal properly, you'll never wear that sweet|little tank top number again.
When we disregard the last|one as point-of-origin that leaves|three to work with.
Captain Carter's computer|model has thus far extrapolated only one set of|symbols from the Abydos cartouche that contains|these three glyphs.
Let me guess that's|where we're going.
- Very good, Colonel.
|- Thank you, sir.
I pride myself on my|deductive reasoning skills.
In one hour, you will go through the Gate|to the planet represented by these symbols.
It has been|designated P3X-797.
Couldn't we call this planet something|that's a little easier to remember? Uh, it's based on a binary code|the computer uses for extrapolation.
Which makes it much|easier to remember.
We sent an M.
A.
L.
P.
probe|through thirty minutes ago.
Atmosphere is breathable,|no detectable radiation, temperature approximately|40 degrees Fahrenheit.
Can we see the|video playback, sir? There is no playback.
Why no playback? It appears to be very dark where|the Gate resides on this planet.
Well, the MALP probe has|lights on it, doesn't it? We think they were broken|during transport through the Gate.
This is crazy! We don't know what could be|there waiting for us when we come through.
Don't you worry, boys.
That's why|the SG-3 Marines are coming with.
You can count on us to|watch your backsides.
Actually, it's more my front|side I was worried about.
Chevron four, encoded! Chevron five, encoded! You're late.
|Put these on.
- Doesn't look like my prescription.
|- Chevron six, encoded! Thermal night-vision goggles.
Hey, here's a question|Why doesn't the MALP have a set of these? Chevron seven, locked! SG-1 and SG-3, you have a go! Repeat, you have a go! Okay! We'll take point! Ah.
We'll go through first.
You|watch our lovely backsides, remember? Have it your way, flyboy.
Are you out of your mind? If Skaara or Sha're|are on the other side, those jarheads'll|open fire on them as soon as they see|the light of their eyes if you know what|I mean.
You want that? Give us ten count,|then come on down! One-one-thousand Two-one-thousand Fan out.
Fire! I'm real glad it was|you who took point! No, I'm okay.
|Thanks for asking.
- Everybody else?|- I think so.
- What were those things?|- I haven't the slightest idea.
Daniel! What are they? Well, they don't look|completely Homo sapien.
Uh, the larger brow ridge would imply Homo erectus,|but then again, they'd have canine teeth uh, they could be Australopithecus, but|the brow ridge would be less prominent - You don't know, do you?|- No.
Why does that one female look|different? She looks more human.
We have to stop him! No, that's how prehistoric males|probably had sex.
Forcibly.
The strongest male gets to mate;|that's survival of the fittest.
Well, I call it rape, and|I think we should stop it! Where are those|rocks coming from? There! Makepeace! You and your|men take the wide left flank.
We'll take the right.
Copy? Let's go.
Don't move! - All right, hold your fire!|- Lower your weapons! They could be Goa'ulds.
Just keep 'em covered.
There's no entry scar.
They're not Goa'ulds.
|Lower your weapons, kids.
Any idea what they are? My lord, we are the Untouched.
I am High Councillor Tuplo.
We are pleased the gods have|deemed us worthy of a return visit.
Gods.
Ah Only the gods come through the Stargate.
|I think they're talking about us.
We should probably start getting|used to this kind of treatment.
Oh, for crying out loud,|we're not gods.
Get up.
Please.
Perhaps they wish us to|treat them as mortals.
A test? Please.
Let us take|you to the Land of Light.
Love what they've|done with the place.
I was going to do my living room like this,|but it didn't go with my other stuff.
Looks Minoan.
Welcome.
Please, come.
Sit.
- Is she all right?|- I do hope.
She is my daughter.
- What's her name?|- She is called Melocia.
I can only hope we|rescued her in time from the hands|of the Touched.
We must now wait to see if|she has been cursed by them.
The creatures that took her,|what were they, exactly? They are the Touched.
They were unfortunate enough|to be cursed by the hilk'sha.
Hilk'sha.
There's a word like that on|Abydos.
Is that 'gods of the earth'? Gods of the underworld.
Evil gods.
The hilk'sha needed only to|touch the unfortunate among us, and they would|become possessed.
Pure evil, like wild animals.
So these|'Touched' people used to live here with you? They were us|until they changed.
They became too dangerous and we were forced to banish|them to the Land of the Dark.
And where are|these evil gods now? Oh, they do not|show themselves.
We know only of their presence|because of their actions.
When was the last time|the good gods came around? Well, if you are|not them, then it has been at|least a generation.
A generation.
Okay um will you|excuse us for a moment? Ah, no please, no.
Wait.
Sounds like the Goa'ulds aren't|here and haven't been for some time.
That is my assessment as well.
- Daniel? Carter?|- I agree.
In that case, gear up.
We'll|move out in fifteen minutes.
- Wait a minute, move out?|- Yeah.
Back to the Stargate, back to Earth,|terra firma, home, you've heard of it? Uh well uh we|should stay a while longer and study this society - learn how|they've evolved from a Minoan culture.
I mean, you see those statues|over there - those are bulls.
The bull is all throughout Minoan culture|and art, but we never really knew why.
Hey, I'm a big fan|of all this stuff.
But art appreciation is not|what this mission is about.
Get your gear together.
- Find anything?|- Uh, no, sir.
Yes, sir.
Uh, actually, sir, we|found a whole hell of a lot.
Sir.
Some beautiful|decor, nice folks.
Nothing of strategic|importance, sir.
All right, get cleaned up.
|Mission debriefing in half an hour.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, I know I'm a guest at|this party, but I have to protest.
Let me guess, Doctor, this is the science|versus military discussion again? Well yes.
This mission was|a perfect example of my argument.
We should have stayed on that planet longer; it was|the perfect opportunity to study Minoan culture.
- Not to mention primitive man.
|- This really isn't necessary, Doctor, as I've already Sir, would you let|me finish, please? Ok.
Um, the people on the|dark side are pre-Stone Age, but the people on the light side|are clearly from the Bronze Age.
So what better opportunity|to study the Broca Divide? The what?|Excuse me.
The Broca Divide.
Pierre Paul Broca was a|19th century anthropologist.
He founded modern craniometry|to study craniums and brains and to compare the divide in intelligence|between early species of mankind.
Fascinating.
- Should I start the debriefing, Sir?|- That would be a good idea, Colonel.
Now, just, just|wait a minute! Dr.
Jackson, you're wasting your breath.
|You've already won the argument.
But I have to insist you|what, what, what, what? I've already won? The President agrees with|you.
He's asked that we evaluate the scientific and cultural|value of each mission from now on.
- Oh, for crying out loud.
|- He has.
- Yes.
|- That's great! Wonder how that thing in your gut|would like his neck ripped in half? - Please release me, Lieutenant Johnson.
|- Johnson! Let him go! Not until this|Goa'uld apologizes.
Lieutenant Johnson,|take your seat now.
No! General, I would prefer|to not hurt this man.
What is your problem, Marine? Take him to the infirmary.
|Tell them to keep him in restraints|and check him out.
So what do you think that|was all about with Johnson? Beats me.
Maybe he was drunk.
I don't know.
It didn't|quite seem like inebriation.
What the - What the hell's going on?|- I don't know! I didn't see anything! We need medics, section|C, stat! Two men down! Carter! Uh|sorry, didn't know you were in here.
- Mmph! Hey! What the hell's going on?|- I want you.
Why? I mean, no! Carter,|this is a little out of line, don't you think? You want me? No, no - not like this, not like Carter! What's|gotten into you? It's about time you|saw a doctor, Doctor.
Keep her from hurting herself|until the sedatives take effect.
- Is this pretty much what Johnson has?|- Oh, I'd say so.
And the other members of the team.
This|is the strangest thing I've ever seen.
Come on.
Let's take a look.
We converted DEFCON-1|living compartments from when this place was a|missile silo into isolation chambers.
You never know what you're going|to bring back through the Stargate.
Notice the swelling|of the brow ridge? Some are even developing|new follicle growth.
- Any idea what's causing it?|- Wish I knew.
I've got calls in to every|specialist in the service, but - I've got one hand tied|behind my back because of the need-to-know classification|of the Stargate project.
And it's spreading.
We got|two more in an hour later.
I've never seen a behavioral|disorder like this.
All the victims are|acting like animals.
You think Carter|has the same thing? Mmm-hmm.
The behavior fits.
All the|victims are behaving like primitives.
Most female low-level|primates tend to choose their sexual partners according to|who would give them the strongest offspring.
The leaders of the pack, or a|tribe, were usually the prime choice.
- You should be flattered.
|- Oh, yeah.
I'm honored.
Jack! There you are.
Going on the Internet to do|a little research on Australopithecus, and wow, what happened to you? Oh, I - got in a little|wrestling match with Carter.
Why? I guess she's got|whatever Johnson's got.
Had to drag her|off to the infirmary.
What, did she start a fight with|you, like Johnson did with Teal'c? No, she, uh tried to seduce me.
Oh.
You poor man.
No, it wasn't like that.
She was like a wild|animal.
She was nuts.
Well, is she all right?|I should go see her.
Why? What do you mean, 'why?'|Because I care about her.
You care about her?|What's that mean? It means I care about|her, she's my friend.
- Now let - go!|- She's not yours to care about.
- What the hell are you talking about?|- I'm talking about Samantha.
You just stay away from her, okay? Okay.
Okay, Jack.
I think you should come with|me to the infirmary, okay? Just let go of me|and - let go of my Security! Get in here! Are you okay? We've managed to isolate an organism|in the victims' bloodstreams.
Organism? Like a parasite? More like a-a parasitical|virus.
And from what I can tell, it seems to feed on aleens and colenes,|chemical transmitters in the body.
That includes|neurotransmitters.
As they're depleted,|all but the most primitive parts of the|brain seem to just shut down.
That why they|act like animals? Actually, the organism|seems to release a hormone that stimulates the primitive regions|of the brain that are normally dormant.
I.
.
I have never seen|anything like this on Earth.
Exactly.
'On Earth.
'|That would explain the Touched.
Beg your pardon? That is what the primitives were|called on P3X-797.
The Touched.
But I think,|given recent events, I think it's safe to say that|they aren't born primitive, they must have this|very contagious disease.
And we came in contact|with it, isn't that special? So the question is, why haven't you and|Mr.
Teal'c come down with the symptoms? Um Mr.
Teal'c - Teal'c's|symbiote probably protects him.
- That would be likely.
|- Well - what about you, Dr.
Jackson? Well, that beats me.
You're the doctor, Doctor.
|Uh, maybe I have a natural immunity.
- Perhaps you will develop symptoms later.
|- Thank you for the moral support.
I am checking both of your blood|for the presence of the organism, and I would bet|that you both have it.
This appears to be|highly contagious.
Are you saying we could have|brought a new plague to this planet? Yes, sir, that's|exactly what I'm saying.
Well, that's it.
I'm ordering|this mountain sealed off.
No one comes in or goes out until we get a|handle on this thing.
Take that team to|reach the sub level 28.
He is going to damage himself.
I've been pumping him with sedatives to|control him, but they wear off fast.
|Help me give him some more.
Go, go! Hold his arm! "Cheyenne Mountain Complex" All levels below 16 is separated.
Yes, sir, this is|General Hammond.
Sir, I'm afraid I have|a serious situation here.
It appears we've brought a very contagious|disease through the Stargate.
Yes, sir, that's right.
No, sir, I've ordered the|mountain sealed off, but I think you should order in an armed division|to set up a second line of defense.
Well, sir, my recommendation is that anyone|attempting to leave the mountain should be shot on sight and the body burned.
Good news, General.
I could use some of that|about now.
What is it? These gentlemen don't appear to|have the organism in their system.
Now if we can just isolate why|they've been able to resist it.
Perhaps we should ask the Untouched how|they avoid contracting the disease.
Maybe they know|something we don't.
I could use a blood sample|from one of the uninfected.
Maybe they have something in|their systems to protect them something we|can synthesize.
All right.
Either of you|know how to draw blood? Doctor, teach them.
You go|through in half an hour.
Gear up.
W-w-w-w-wait! Wait!|Just the two of us? You're immune! I don't|know anyone else who is! Do not worry, Daniel Jackson.
The Touched were|easily frightened by your loud Earth weapons.
We can easily subdue them.
That's easy for you to say.
It's Melocia.
She's alive.
It appears she is afflicted.
- So they just - dump her out here?|- We dump them in a small room.
To protect them.
To protect everyone else.
|There is little difference.
You know, you're right?|They're like lepers.
And the dark side's|a leper colony.
What is a leper? Oh my God, never mind.
We have to help her.
Are you planning|on helping me? It is a long journey.
|We should leave her.
No.
No, let's - go! - Teal'c!|- Fire your weapon! It will frighten them off! Sorry, Colonel O'Neill, but your private|room just became semi-private.
We're running out of places to put all|the victims.
We've used the brigs, we've used the temp quarters,|some of the storage rooms.
Doc doc Did you say something? Give more What? Give more what? An injection? You mean|you want more sedative? You've already had more|than the maximum safe dosage, twice as much as anyone else|because you've been more violent.
- Give.
|- No.
- It's not safe.
|- GIVE! - Give.
|- Why are you so insistent? Must have been|in a lot of pain.
Colonel O'Neill? Me So you are still|in there somewhere.
Dream dream? I'm afraid not,|Colonel, it's very real.
This is interesting sedative|must knock back the primitive mind.
Colonel, listen to me.
I am not going to be|able to keep you at this level for very long.
It is too dangerous.
It could|cause permanent brain damage.
What? Wha - what is it?|- It's a parasitic virus.
All we can tell is that it seems to mess|with body chemicals - all of them.
Testosterone levels skyrocket,|thus the aggressive behavior.
It's a histamine-alytic, which|means it breaks down histamine.
Wha Experiment.
On me.
Experiment on you? No, sir, I can't do that.
Use me.
Welcome back, my Lord.
|Where are your friends? My friends are ill|because of this place.
- They have joined the Touched.
|- They were cursed by the hilk'sha.
It is not a curse.
|It is a disease.
I lost my friend on the|dark side of this planet.
You must help me retrieve him.
Why? So he can give you the curse?|So he can give all of us the curse? No, no! He is better|off where he is.
He does not have the disease.
He is immune.
|He is not cursed.
Then by now, he is gone.
He had your daughter with him.
Melocia is dead.
No.
She is out there.
On the dark side.
|I have seen her.
Help me retrieve|her and my friend.
She is among the Touched.
She can no longer|function amongst us.
Therefore, she is dead.
She is not dead.
If I believed otherwise, do you not|think I would help my own daughter? Many of us have loved|ones among the Touched.
My own father is there.
But we accept that|we cannot help them.
Therefore, they|are dead to us.
How can you be|so without heart? I must ask you to leave.
If you will not help|me find my friend, then I must have|a sample of your blood.
- Our blood?|- Blood is our lifeforce.
I assure you it will|cause you no harm.
I cannot abide this one in my|presence any longer! You are not welcome here.
When we return, I|expect to find you gone.
I am sorry.
All personnel, be advised that the mountain is now under a Code 5 lockdown.
|Repeat, the mountain is now under a Code 5 lockdown.
- Thank God you're back.
|- What happened to Captain Carter? She was stabbed by her roommate.
|Don't worry, it's superficial, she's going to be okay.
We've run out of space.
We've had to|start doubling up on the iso rooms.
I have retrieved the|blood sample you requested.
Good work, Mr.
Teal'c.
Colonel O'Neill.
Teal'c? I am afraid I lost Daniel Jackson|on the dark side of the planet.
I am sorry.
Colonel O'Neill? I think|I might have something.
I was examining the blood sample|that Mr.
Teal'c brought me, and then it hit me.
There|was very little histamine in it.
If the people on that|planet are human as you say, they have to have|histamine in their blood.
How does this help us? Well, as I said before, this microbe is a|histamine-alytic.
It feeds on histamine.
The Untouched have no histamine in their bodies,|so the organism couldn't survive in them.
I do not understand.
It is the|Untouched that become the Touched.
If they have none of the|substance of which you speak, why then do|some of them change? Because only some of them have|this low histamine level which means that there's probably a naturally|occurring antihistamine in their diets.
The ones who don't eat it|eventually contract the organism.
Which is what gave me an|idea.
I checked the files.
Both Dr.
Jackson and I have acute|rhenitis caused by severe allergies.
Explain.
I take strong antihistamines|every day.
So did Dr.
Jackson.
I have no histamine for|the microbe to feed on.
Just like the Untouched, the|organism starves in my body.
Does this mean|you have a cure? We have to try mega-doses of|chloropheniramine malleate on someone and see if it works.
Me.
I thought you might say that.
Now the dose required to completely clear the body|of histamine for a long enough period of time could be harmful.
You're sure.
Now all we can do is wait.
You'd better|lock him up again.
Doc! Open the door! Teal'c! - Colonel O'Neill?|- Lucy, I'm ho-ome! I am not Lucy.
I know that.
It's a reference to an old TV|- Never mind.
Open the door.
- I will summon the doctor.
|- No, come on.
I'm fine.
I'm back to being|myself.
Just open up.
I cannot be certain that you|are back to being yourself.
You referred to me as 'Lucy.
' Oh, for crying out loud,|will you just open the door? This stuff works.
|Let's find Doc.
"Sequence in progress"|Chevron three, encoded! Chevron four, encoded.
The guns are loaded with tranquilizer|darts filled with chloropheniramine.
Now a direct hit on a|Touched man or woman should knock them out long enough|in order to starve the disease.
- Chevron five, encoded!|- Good luck.
Thanks, Doc.
Are we going to try to|tranq all of the Touched? - Chevron six, encoded!|- Just the ones that get in the way of us finding Daniel.
We'll leave the rest|for the Untouched.
You think he's still alive? Chevron seven, locked! Let's find out.
Guess the|antihistamine wore off.
Daniel, you dog.
Keep this up, you'll have|a girl on every planet.
Just let me give|him an injection.
What are you doing? You must not bring|the Touched among us! Just hear us out, please? We found a cure.
- And we can bring back Melocia.
|- And your father.
Put him in the|isolation circle.
We will hear you.
Let him pass.
If you are not gods, how|did you destroy the curse? As we've been saying,|Tuplo, it's not a curse.
- It's a disease.
|- A sickness.
Jack! There's our boy.
Where are we? The light side of P3X-797.
I thought we were going|to give it a better name.
He's back.
He's normal.
Explain.
We know how to|lift the curse.
- Huh! If you are not gods|- Come out there with us.
We'll show you.
Father! You have done it, my lord.
Thank you.
We'll teach you how to|take care of the rest.
- Uh, sir?|- Yeah? About my earlier behavior|I wasn't myself, and Oh, Carter, I don't even|remember your earlier behavior.
- You don't?|- No, I was infected too, remember? Right! Good, I'm - I'm glad.
By the way, how's the wound? Wound? I understand you got|stabbed in the stomach? Oh, yeah, that -|that was nothing.
With any luck, there|won't even be a scar.
Well, good.
I was concerned.
- You were?|- Sure.
If it doesn't heal properly, you'll never wear that sweet|little tank top number again.