Stargate: Infinity (2002) s01e19 Episode Script

This place is beautiful.
Excuse me, we're trying to get to the science symposium.
Hello? What's with them? Running to catch a concert? Don't sweat it, Stace.
How hard can it be to find the place where every egghead is meeting? The hard part will be proving to Dr.
Mason that we're not traitors.
l wish she could just look inside us and know we're innocent.
BONNER: Sorry, Seattle.
There's not much Keri Mason takes on faith.
Except science.
[ALARM WAlLlNG .]
Man, that elevator music is getting to me.
Maybe it's their idea of a welcome.
ROBOT: The sound you hear is an alarm.
-Huh? Wha--? ROBOT: As uninvited stargate arrivals, you will be quarantined.
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until the authorities verify your intentions.
HARRlSON: Major Bonner, l thought you said Oc-Fesal.
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was too civilized to post guards.
They were.
l guess even smart guys can get paranoid.
Excuse me, we have urgent business with Dr.
-- Accompany us or be forcibly apprehended.
lf you are innocent, you shall have your lives returned to you.
You cannot argue with robots, Stacey.
They are not designed for it.
Then what do we do? l don't want these homeboys deciding.
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if l'm gonna have my life returned to me or not.
We try plan B.
Meet at these coordinates downtown.
Go! [TlRES SCREECHlNG .]
lf you do not comply, we will be obliged to physically compel you.
MASON: The best minds of our galaxy are gathered here today.
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to honor a genius in the field of neuroscience.
But first, my thanks to the distinguished scientists.
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who helped organize this symposium.
Dr.
X-Ru, Dr.
Bward and Dr.
Phyloji.
And now, l am honored to present a scientist.
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whose research into the biochemistry of thought.
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has inspired us all.
Dr.
Bre-Sal.
[APPLAUDlNG AND CHATTERlNG .]
Thank you, Dr.
Mason, and greetings friends and colleagues.
l hope each of you is enjoying your visit to Oc-Fesal.
Our culture prides itself on its peace and order.
ROBOT: Order shall be maintained.
Driving without a permit is a crime.
These things are fast.
Our only edge is they're not used to anyone disobeying them.
Seattle, let's split up.
lt can't chase both of us.
Okay, radio if you need help.
[GASPS.]
[SCREAMS.]
As a courtesy to Dr.
Keri Mason, l will speak her language.
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while my words are translated into each of your tongues.
How dare you speak of my tongue.
Such a personal reference is taboo in my species.
l purposely chose an archaic word to show how translations fail us.
lf you could read my mind, Dr.
X-Ru, you'd know l meant no offense.
Unfortunately, l don't have that ability.
From this day forward you shall.
He's brilliant.
BRE-SAL: After decades of studying neurotransmitters.
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l've deciphered the electrochemical signals of our brains.
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the language of thought.
[ALL GASP.]
ln your packs, you'll each find a headband.
This is my invention, the synaptic-telepathy band.
With these, we will no longer be divided by our thousand different dialects.
We can unite directly, mind to mind.
Universal telepathy.
Amazing.
Keri, have you considered that Dr.
Bre-Sal.
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might not have thought of the possible dangers involved? Making every person's mind open to others could create mental chaos.
How dare you doubt Dr.
Bre-Sal's research.
He would never offer his invention to us unless it was safe.
ROBOT: Failure to yield to an enforcement bot is-- Hold the phone.
Looks like he's taking a break to catch some waves.
BRE-SAL: You must understand the importance of my invention.
The telepathy band can pick up any signal your brain creates.
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and broadcast it to me.
To all of us.
lt's an invasion of privacy.
No, Dr.
Bward.
lt's the answer to galactic peace.
When we know each other's minds.
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there can be no misunderstandings, or secrets, or conflict, or war.
lt is a magnificent concept.
l propose that we.
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the scientists of the galaxy, be the first to put on the bands.
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and merge into the group mind that is our destiny.
BWARD: Unthinkable.
You must be mad.
Shame on you for calling him that.
Dr.
Bre-Sal is a genius.
Every great mind whoever revolutionized science has been called mad.
BWARD: So has every madman.
[CHATTERlNG AND SHOUTlNG .]
They're wrong.
They must be made to see.
-My storm trooper is right behind me.
-So is ours.
ROBOT: Consider yourselves apprehended.
Please remain stationary.
Now would be a good time, Harrison.
ROBOT: You are to wait here while l arrange for your.
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transport to prison.
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SEATTLE: Where is Harrison? Ahead of you guys, as usual.
Thanks for dropping in.
l see you've figured out the Oc-Fesalan symbols.
lt was more like trial and error.
Emphasis on the error.
Then you better let Ec'co take over.
l need to check on Stacey.
BONNER [OVER RADlO.]
: Stacey? -Here, major.
But l can't talk right now.
-You need help? -Negative.
Situation under control, but my com-batteries are weak.
Find Dr.
Mason.
l'll join you when l can.
Stacey out.
SEATTLE: We're leaving her there? Stacey can take care of herself.
We need to find Keri Mason.
Ec'co, you figure out the elevator beam? Just stand beneath that tube.
You'll arrive near a door that leads backstage in the auditorium.
Come on, Harrison.
The rest of you keep your ears open for Stacey.
The experiment is useless if there are holdouts.
l believe in you, Dr.
Bre-Sal.
l know you wouldn't do anything dangerous.
This afternoon, we'll convince the rest.
What if we don't? BONNER: Hey.
-Gus? Harrison.
Wait.
What in the world are you doing here? l can explain everything, Keri, once we're somewhere private.
Security enforcement bots, no defenses, visitors expected.
Commander Da'kyll, welcome to Oc-Fesal.
[GROWLS.]
Dr.
Bre-Sal, l'm pleased to finally meet you.
STACEY: Tlak'kahn.
Gotta get out of here and warn them.
l offer universal understanding and fools like Bward reject it.
lronic, isn't it, that a warrior who knows enough to follow orders.
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can be wiser than these scholars who ponder things too much.
lt won't be a problem.
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once we persuade your colleagues to take part in this noble project.
Commander, you will, of course, persuade them by nonviolent means? Doctor, that goes without saying.
Seattle.
And Ec'co.
l might have known you'd be running tech.
Okay, you want private? These tunnels are as private as it gets.
Though it's beyond me what you're worried about on a world full of scholars.
lt's those huge metallic scholars that worry me.
Stacey's still trying to lose hers.
Don't tell me you're in trouble here too, Gus? What is it with you and authority figures? Bad attitude, l guess.
But that wasn't the problem back on Earth.
Somebody framed us.
Just like my court-martial.
BONNER: Some clown who looked like me zapped Harrison.
Whoever it was also let the Tlak'kahn through the stargate.
[GASPS.]
[BOTH GRUNT.]
[BOTH GROANlNG .]
When the stun wears off.
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be sure to tell Stargate Command l said that.
NEPHESTlS: To operate a stargate, become a stargate operator.
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Being the girl should do nicely.
HARRlSON: It's true, Dr.
Mason.
They tried to steal the chrysalis.
We had only one choice.
[SCREAMS.]
SEATTLE: To take it with us through the stargate.
We've been on the run ever since.
MASON: But security video showed Gus attacking Harrison.
BONNER: A while back, on Ec'co 's home world - we met an alien shape-shifter.
-H'rathi are hardly my people, half-breed.
BONNER: A shape-shifter.
Two bucks will get you 5 that's how they set me up at Stargate Command.
What do you intend to do with us, Ma'dek? MA'DEK: My friends, the Tlak'kahn.
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cannot allow you to decipher the data crystals.
l intend to destroy them.
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and you as well.
This particular artifact is an explosive.
Careless of you to store it near the crystals.
Bet you a three-day pass.
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there's one back at Stargate Command who impersonated me.
Which would mean we have a double agent.
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who could be anyone? l can't wait to try selling that to General Stoneman.
lf you can't convince Stoneman, no one can.
Wait a sec, if you took the chrysalis, what happened to it? MASON: Good heavens, is this.
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? -Draga.
-l watched you from before your birth.
Look at you now.
l have a million questions.
You curious, is Draga an Ancient.
Yes.
Are you? l knew your question, but l do not know the answer.
One last request, commander.
l owe it to my fellow scientists to let them vote on the experiment.
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to make the right choice on their own.
How noble of you.
My commander is only concerned.
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that your experiment be run as soon as possible.
l will ask my colleagues within the hour.
lf they do not choose wisely, l will call on you.
Assemble the warriors.
They await Bre-Sal's signal.
We are Tlak'kahn.
We shall choose our own time.
lt's nearly time for the afternoon session.
l'd better get back.
Dr.
Mason, you seem really excited about something.
You've arrived on the day when everything we know is going to change.
Dr.
Bre-Sal is about to make universal telepathy a reality.
And the other scientists think this is a good idea? What they think isn't important.
This man is our greatest genius.
-That doesn't mean he's always right.
-He has the answer, Gus.
And not just to galactic peace.
We could use his telepathy bands to find the mole at Stargate Command.
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and prove your innocence.
lt could even unlock your subconscious mind.
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and answer all our questions.
You trust in Bre-Sal more than own mind? STACEY: Did someone say Dr.
Bre-Sal? We thought you lost your homing device.
What kept you? Your wonderful Dr.
Bre-Sal.
l was watching him bring a squad of Tlak'kahn warriors through the stargate.
What? Dr.
Bre-Sal is the finest mind in the galaxy.
-He would never deal with the Tlak'kahn.
-That's what Da'kyll called the man.
l was there, l heard him.
You're mistaken.
Come on, l'll show you the real Dr.
Bre-Sal.
BONNER: Back up the truck, folks.
Stacey says this educational clambake.
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was joined by a detachment of Tlak'kahn warriors.
Draga, you wait here.
And, Keri, humor me, take us up the back way.
You bet l will.
l won't have you embarrassing Dr.
Bre-Sal.
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on the day of his biggest triumph.
[ALL CHATTERlNG .]
l got a bad feeling about this.
Tlak'kahn don't travel across the galaxy to discuss research.
Dr.
Bre-Sal's motion passes.
Come on up, Dr.
Bre-Sal.
And congratulations.
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BWARD: l voted no, but l agreed to be bound by the results of the vote.
l hope we won't regret this.
Uncle Gus, that's him.
The man l saw with the Tlak'kahn.
ALL: Our minds are one.
Security! [DA'KYLL YELLS.]
What are you doing? Silence.
All of you.
Show me how smart you really are.
Obey me and you may live.
Seattle, give Stacey a ride back to the park.
We need the RATV.
lt's time for plan C.
-Plan C? -We make it up as we go along.
BONNER: You read my mind.
[GROANS.]
How could you do this? Simple.
He didn't trust you to do what he wanted.
Your savior of the galaxy had no confidence in his own vision.
So he called on us.
The Tlak'kahn? You may be a genius at neuroscience, but you get a zero in common sense.
Keri, wear your band.
Once we reach the moment of unity.
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the Tlak'kahn will have no reason to harm us.
Don't you get it? They're using you.
[ROARS.]
Never again will l be taken unaware.
All your thoughts are mine.
BWARD: But your thoughts are also ours.
Good.
Read mine well, all of you.
Now you know there's no pity in me.
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nothing l would not do to you for defying me.
PHYLOJl: We must do as he says, we dare not oppose him.
Understand it yet, genius? Telepathy is the perfect form of mind control.
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for the one with the strongest will.
You lied.
You said no violence.
l said that went without saying.
You heard what you wanted.
[LAUGHS.]
Galactic peace! [YELLS.]
The next hero who attacks me won't live to regret it.
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lf you want to live, attack them! PHYLOJl: We're sorry, we must obey Da'kyll.
Guys, chill.
l don't wanna hurt you.
Now summon your robot guards to attack them.
Do it! [SCREAMlNG .]
[LAUGHS.]
You've lost, Bonner.
When my scientist slaves return to their homes.
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they'll distribute the telepathy bands.
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and my mind shall rule a thousand planets.
MASON: Never.
[SCREAMS.]
What have l done? Looks like we just emancipated your slaves, Da'kyll.
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Commander.
We must retreat to the stargate.
Cowards.
BRE-SAL: Please forgive me, Keri.
l was so obsessed with the good my creation could do.
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l wouldn't let myself see the dangers.
Neither would l.
l wanted you to have all the answers.
l forgot that nobody does.
With Harrison around, we don't have to be reminded.
Now, wait a second.
l know the bands are too dangerous to send to Earth.
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but couldn't Gus and Dr.
Mason wear them here, just once.
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so she could see into his mind and know he's innocent? l don't need to look into his mind.
l already know.
Give me an hour.
lf l haven't convinced Stoneman by then.
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l know, we keep moving.
Thanks for believing in us, Keri.
DRAGA: lt has been longer, many of your hours.
Why stay, Gus Bonner? Hope dies hard for us humans, Draga.
Weakness of the species.
Okay, cadets.
Let's mount up.
[HARRlSON YAWNS.]
Where do you think he's taking us this time? l don't know.
What am l, a mind reader? SDl Media Group