Stargate: Infinity (2002) s01e26 Episode Script
The Long Haul
Okay, let's see what we got ourselves into this time.
[SCREAMS.]
[GASPS.]
[GROWLlNG .]
ls there a reverse button on that stargate? [CHATTERlNG lN ALlEN LANGUAGE.]
Why is there no Harrison? Maybe he knew more about this planet than we did.
Sorry, l don't think they're taking that thing for a walk.
Let's do what we can.
l've never seen that happen.
lt must generate some kind of natural energy field.
We've got his attention, but we didn't slow him down.
Not a good combination.
BONNER: Keep firing until those people get clear.
[GROANS.]
BONNER: Glad you decided to join us.
Uh.
What just happened? [ALlENS CHEERlNG .]
Huh? The creature won't stay dazed long.
Come, we'll be safe in our village.
We can truly thank you there.
Sure.
We can raise a toast to Harrison's hard head.
Uh, my what? [CHEERlNG .]
Oh, boy, more great-looking food.
Why can't aliens ever cook cheeseburgers? They may set a weird table, but that body paint rocks.
Seattle, l have never understood the urge to make up oneself to look different.
Ec'co, that's because you started different.
The designs are so beautiful.
How do they do that to their skin? MAN: Pardon us.
-This is for you.
Thanks, Ryam.
l think Cadet Bonner here likes your body paint.
Oh, l-- Um, well, l've just never seen anything like it before.
They're amazing.
lt would be an honor if you and Cadet Montoya.
.
.
.
.
.
would accept one of our designs.
They are part of the heritage of our women.
.
.
.
.
.
going back hundreds of generations.
Oh, oh, no.
Uh, you don't have to.
That is-- As you wish.
But if you change your minds.
.
.
.
After all these years of traveling.
.
.
.
.
.
l'm still never sure what kind of taste treat l'm in for.
Oh, so pretty.
Oh, they're beautiful.
l love it.
Don't worry, Stace.
l know you'd never go in for a tattoo.
Now, Seattle, she's the adventurer.
She might take them up on their offer.
No way.
Too much like my gang tattoo.
l thought that was beautiful too, for a week.
Worst thing l ever did.
Stacey's too much like her father.
Never did an impulsive thing in his life.
.
.
.
.
.
try a new pizza topping without three weeks to think about it.
[COUGHlNG .]
Smooth.
Back home, a lot of hot surfer babes got inked.
Made them seem kind of mysterious.
Ha-ha.
Not exactly Stacey's style.
What are you saying, Uncle Gus? l'm too dull and predictable to do something for the fun of it? l never said you were dull.
l-- [CHUCKLES.]
And you! Who says l'm not a mysterious babe? Hey, l didn't say you weren't.
l just.
.
.
.
Zadzo! Stacey, wait.
We were just teasing.
l don't want you to do this just to show us.
Why should l care what you two think about what l do? [GROWLS.]
l'm sorry.
You can't do this.
lt could be dangerous.
You heard Vieve.
They've been doing this for hundreds of years.
lt's safe.
l order you not to do it.
The Stargate General Code says l can cut my hair.
.
.
.
.
.
and wear makeup any way that doesn't interfere with my performance.
You can't order me not to.
l'm doing this.
You know the first rule of Stargate Command, major.
Respect the local customs.
Zadzo, save me some paint.
Never tell a Bonner woman what she can't do.
That's the trouble with the military.
You never get a chance to get away from people and be alone and think.
l am not people, not human.
Oh, yeah.
Sometimes l forget.
[SlGHS.]
Maybe l've forgotten a lot of things.
What it's like to be young, trying to find out who l am.
You are Gus.
l am that.
But what does it mean? And what does it mean for Stacey to be Stacey? Ah.
Stacey is young human.
She must find how she fits on.
Well, we say " fit in," but you've got the idea.
lt's kind of like what you went through that time on planet Otsorok.
DRAGA: Ah.
They Otsorok.
Huh? -Oh.
BONNER: Hm.
-Mental projection.
-Hey, you think Draga can do that? l wouldn't be surprised at anything Draga can do.
They offer food.
Food.
Now, that's my kind of people.
Or Otsorok.
l don't know.
l get the vibe they don't feel the same way about us.
[GROANlNG .]
You see? They teach.
l know not how before.
Great, Draga, but which way to the food? Follow.
We want to know, you come through stargate? "We" ? Who we? -Rock-crawlers? -That what you call humans? Rock-crawlers? These words imprecise.
All who come through stargate crawl the rocks.
We fly.
Huh? You fly with us, yes? Fly with you, yes.
l thought l want to be like Otsorok.
Stacey want to paint face to be like Neirol? Not to be like them.
.
.
.
.
.
just to show us that we don't know who she really is.
As if she knew herself.
She thinks she can prove something by doing something really dumb.
Sometimes l could just-- Oh! l will never understand humans.
Uh.
Join the club.
Most of us don't understand ourselves.
We think we need something to make us more exciting.
.
.
.
.
.
or cooler or tougher than we really are.
Ah.
That's better, but that big toe's gonna be sore tomorrow.
Stacey trying to prove she is unpredictable.
Yeah, l should have known she'd act like that.
.
.
.
.
.
once Harrison and l gave her a hard time.
That would be predictable.
Exactly.
When l was Stacey's age.
.
.
.
.
.
people were trying to prove how cool they were by getting tattoos.
That was cool? Well, they thought it was, at the time.
We'd better get back to the village.
Maybe it's not too late to stop Stacey from getting her face painted.
-Well? -Too cool, Stace.
The way colors shine, almost seem alive.
-Thank you, Draga.
-Very mysterious.
l hope the paint isn't toxic.
They don't have industrial chemicals here, Ec'co.
The paint's natural, made from plants or something.
So are lots of poisons.
Look, l was out of line back there.
-l didn't mean to push you into-- -You didn't.
l did this because l wanted to.
-Okay.
SEATTLE: But Ec'co could be right.
Maybe you should wash that thing off in the morning.
What's the hurry? l kind of like being a hot surfer babe.
And l don't wanna insult the Neirol.
l'll keep it until we leave.
Okay, surfer babe, let's see how that paint is reacting to your-- What? -What's wrong? -lt's grown.
Huh? Oh, it isn't paint.
The designs look alive.
.
.
.
.
.
because they are tiny life forms from inside the Ceber plants.
BONNER: Microbes.
None of our history tells of a design growing.
But we've never put one on anyone but a Neirol before.
Well? ls it toxic? No, major.
The microbes are just living on her.
There, see? l told you it wasn't a problem.
EC'CO: l did not say there was no problem.
They aren't toxic, but at the rate these microbes are going.
.
.
.
.
.
they'll cover your whole outer body by the end of the day.
-So? -They won't stop growing.
-And once your outside is covered-- -Hey.
Okay, that's it.
This stuff has to come off now, Zadzo.
Huh? We're sorry.
lf we'd known.
.
.
.
No need to apologize.
Just give us what we need to get them off her.
There is one way, but it is six days' walk from here.
-What? -We rarely remove our designs.
But there is a salve, made from the mud of a mineral spring, six days distant.
-That's too long.
BONNER: On foot.
But we're not on foot.
Draw us a map, Zadzo.
Don't worry, the old California missions.
.
.
.
.
.
were built to be a day's walk apart to shelter travelers as they journeyed.
Later, by car, they were an hour apart.
Airplanes pass one every few minutes.
We'll reach the spring in time.
We'll be back as soon as we take care of Stacey.
[GROWLlNG .]
[CHATTERlNG lN ALlEN LANGUAGE.]
WOMAN: Look out! EC'CO: lt's like that snake thing.
The energy blasts won't stop it.
Ec'co, you take the wheel.
Point the cannon at that thing and just keep pushing that big button.
-Ah! BONNER: Now, go! Seattle, take the Rat.
Stacey, you're with me.
Got it, major.
-Come on, kid.
-Hey.
But we've got to help them.
Ec'co and the others can take care of that thing.
We've gotta help you.
We should go back.
They need our help.
The little blasters on this bike won't make a difference to that creature.
And l'm not losing my niece to a tattoo.
Why don't you give these folks a break and skip breakfast? That doesn't mean you can eat me.
[SCREAMS.]
No! Come on, pal.
[GRUNTS.]
lf you eat everybody now, you won't have any room for dinner.
The map doesn't say anything about a river of lava.
Must be three days' walk from the settlement.
They probably don't even know the volcano erupted.
This body painting thing stopped being fun a long time ago.
We can't cross it.
We have to go downstream and find a way around it.
Look out.
STACEY: Let's get out of here.
-Nail it.
-Ya! Where are you going? [SCREAMS.]
We're not gonna make it! BONNER: Whoa.
STACEY: Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
Had it by a mile.
[SlGHS.]
Our homes.
Zadzo.
Come back.
-Get away.
-Stop it.
Clubs and spears won't stop that thing.
We need a plan.
lt may find me interesting.
Whatever she's doing, it's working.
To the left, closer to the creature.
-What are they up to? SEATTLE: I don 't know.
But they've been dealing with these creatures for a long time.
Maybe they know something we don't.
Here.
Come and eat your fill.
[WHlMPERlNG .]
[CHEERlNG .]
-Well, l'll be.
-What will Harrison be? l-- Uh.
.
.
.
Oh, never mind, Draga.
-l'm just happy.
-Hm.
l too.
Sometimes the old ways are still more effective than our modern weapons.
Those rocks over there.
The ones shaped like a bear.
The map says the mineral spring is on the far side of that hill.
-Oh, no.
-lt's bone-dry.
-Did we make a wrong turn? -No, this is it.
Was it.
lt's like they're not even my hands anymore.
Why did l do this to myself? Come on, if we dig deep enough, we might hit water.
-Help me.
-lt's no use, Uncle Gus.
Save your energy.
l'm just gonna have to live with this.
But we don't know what those microbes will do to you.
We-- [STACEY SCREAMlNG .]
Hey, stop.
Ow.
Let go of me.
Get away from her.
[SCREAMS.]
[GROANlNG .]
[LAUGHlNG .]
-What's so funny? -l can't help it.
lt tickles.
Wow.
My arm.
The designs are gone.
l guess we should have been nicer to that bug by the lava.
lt would have saved my sore backside from your driving.
[STACEY LAUGHlNG .]
Huh? What's wrong with my driving? Okay.
Go ahead.
[SHRlEKS.]
[BONNER LAUGHlNG .]
Go ahead and laugh.
But that was even worse than in my ear.
Huh? Lucky those bugs have a taste for microbes and not for us.
Thanks for not saying, "l told you so," Uncle Gus.
-lt's okay.
-l know l shouldn't have done it.
But if you and Harrison hadn't been sure you'd figured everything out about me-- l know.
Everyone thinks of me as Miss By-The-Book.
Stacey's gotta be serious and in control.
-Stacey, l-- -Everyone.
lncluding you.
Just once, l wanted to do something fun.
Maybe even a little dangerous.
Just once.
What? l'm sorry.
l should have thought more about it before l did it.
l shouldn't have let pride goad me into doing something l shouldn't.
What do you want me to say? Nothing.
Then why did we stop? Oh.
So l could tell you not to beat yourself up about it.
You're the best soldier in this hopeless outfit.
We all do things we regret later, Stace.
-Even you? -Even me, once or twice.
Like when l joined Stargate Command.
l've kept part of it to remind me to think before l act.
Not that l always remember.
[GlGGLES.]
Thanks, Uncle Gus.
Now, you promise never to tell anyone about that.
.
.
.
.
.
or l'm gonna steer this bike over every rock in the ground.
.
.
-.
.
.
between here and the settlement.
-Oh, l promise.
l promise.
l wouldn't tell a soul.
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[SCREAMS.]
[GASPS.]
[GROWLlNG .]
ls there a reverse button on that stargate? [CHATTERlNG lN ALlEN LANGUAGE.]
Why is there no Harrison? Maybe he knew more about this planet than we did.
Sorry, l don't think they're taking that thing for a walk.
Let's do what we can.
l've never seen that happen.
lt must generate some kind of natural energy field.
We've got his attention, but we didn't slow him down.
Not a good combination.
BONNER: Keep firing until those people get clear.
[GROANS.]
BONNER: Glad you decided to join us.
Uh.
What just happened? [ALlENS CHEERlNG .]
Huh? The creature won't stay dazed long.
Come, we'll be safe in our village.
We can truly thank you there.
Sure.
We can raise a toast to Harrison's hard head.
Uh, my what? [CHEERlNG .]
Oh, boy, more great-looking food.
Why can't aliens ever cook cheeseburgers? They may set a weird table, but that body paint rocks.
Seattle, l have never understood the urge to make up oneself to look different.
Ec'co, that's because you started different.
The designs are so beautiful.
How do they do that to their skin? MAN: Pardon us.
-This is for you.
Thanks, Ryam.
l think Cadet Bonner here likes your body paint.
Oh, l-- Um, well, l've just never seen anything like it before.
They're amazing.
lt would be an honor if you and Cadet Montoya.
.
.
.
.
.
would accept one of our designs.
They are part of the heritage of our women.
.
.
.
.
.
going back hundreds of generations.
Oh, oh, no.
Uh, you don't have to.
That is-- As you wish.
But if you change your minds.
.
.
.
After all these years of traveling.
.
.
.
.
.
l'm still never sure what kind of taste treat l'm in for.
Oh, so pretty.
Oh, they're beautiful.
l love it.
Don't worry, Stace.
l know you'd never go in for a tattoo.
Now, Seattle, she's the adventurer.
She might take them up on their offer.
No way.
Too much like my gang tattoo.
l thought that was beautiful too, for a week.
Worst thing l ever did.
Stacey's too much like her father.
Never did an impulsive thing in his life.
.
.
.
.
.
try a new pizza topping without three weeks to think about it.
[COUGHlNG .]
Smooth.
Back home, a lot of hot surfer babes got inked.
Made them seem kind of mysterious.
Ha-ha.
Not exactly Stacey's style.
What are you saying, Uncle Gus? l'm too dull and predictable to do something for the fun of it? l never said you were dull.
l-- [CHUCKLES.]
And you! Who says l'm not a mysterious babe? Hey, l didn't say you weren't.
l just.
.
.
.
Zadzo! Stacey, wait.
We were just teasing.
l don't want you to do this just to show us.
Why should l care what you two think about what l do? [GROWLS.]
l'm sorry.
You can't do this.
lt could be dangerous.
You heard Vieve.
They've been doing this for hundreds of years.
lt's safe.
l order you not to do it.
The Stargate General Code says l can cut my hair.
.
.
.
.
.
and wear makeup any way that doesn't interfere with my performance.
You can't order me not to.
l'm doing this.
You know the first rule of Stargate Command, major.
Respect the local customs.
Zadzo, save me some paint.
Never tell a Bonner woman what she can't do.
That's the trouble with the military.
You never get a chance to get away from people and be alone and think.
l am not people, not human.
Oh, yeah.
Sometimes l forget.
[SlGHS.]
Maybe l've forgotten a lot of things.
What it's like to be young, trying to find out who l am.
You are Gus.
l am that.
But what does it mean? And what does it mean for Stacey to be Stacey? Ah.
Stacey is young human.
She must find how she fits on.
Well, we say " fit in," but you've got the idea.
lt's kind of like what you went through that time on planet Otsorok.
DRAGA: Ah.
They Otsorok.
Huh? -Oh.
BONNER: Hm.
-Mental projection.
-Hey, you think Draga can do that? l wouldn't be surprised at anything Draga can do.
They offer food.
Food.
Now, that's my kind of people.
Or Otsorok.
l don't know.
l get the vibe they don't feel the same way about us.
[GROANlNG .]
You see? They teach.
l know not how before.
Great, Draga, but which way to the food? Follow.
We want to know, you come through stargate? "We" ? Who we? -Rock-crawlers? -That what you call humans? Rock-crawlers? These words imprecise.
All who come through stargate crawl the rocks.
We fly.
Huh? You fly with us, yes? Fly with you, yes.
l thought l want to be like Otsorok.
Stacey want to paint face to be like Neirol? Not to be like them.
.
.
.
.
.
just to show us that we don't know who she really is.
As if she knew herself.
She thinks she can prove something by doing something really dumb.
Sometimes l could just-- Oh! l will never understand humans.
Uh.
Join the club.
Most of us don't understand ourselves.
We think we need something to make us more exciting.
.
.
.
.
.
or cooler or tougher than we really are.
Ah.
That's better, but that big toe's gonna be sore tomorrow.
Stacey trying to prove she is unpredictable.
Yeah, l should have known she'd act like that.
.
.
.
.
.
once Harrison and l gave her a hard time.
That would be predictable.
Exactly.
When l was Stacey's age.
.
.
.
.
.
people were trying to prove how cool they were by getting tattoos.
That was cool? Well, they thought it was, at the time.
We'd better get back to the village.
Maybe it's not too late to stop Stacey from getting her face painted.
-Well? -Too cool, Stace.
The way colors shine, almost seem alive.
-Thank you, Draga.
-Very mysterious.
l hope the paint isn't toxic.
They don't have industrial chemicals here, Ec'co.
The paint's natural, made from plants or something.
So are lots of poisons.
Look, l was out of line back there.
-l didn't mean to push you into-- -You didn't.
l did this because l wanted to.
-Okay.
SEATTLE: But Ec'co could be right.
Maybe you should wash that thing off in the morning.
What's the hurry? l kind of like being a hot surfer babe.
And l don't wanna insult the Neirol.
l'll keep it until we leave.
Okay, surfer babe, let's see how that paint is reacting to your-- What? -What's wrong? -lt's grown.
Huh? Oh, it isn't paint.
The designs look alive.
.
.
.
.
.
because they are tiny life forms from inside the Ceber plants.
BONNER: Microbes.
None of our history tells of a design growing.
But we've never put one on anyone but a Neirol before.
Well? ls it toxic? No, major.
The microbes are just living on her.
There, see? l told you it wasn't a problem.
EC'CO: l did not say there was no problem.
They aren't toxic, but at the rate these microbes are going.
.
.
.
.
.
they'll cover your whole outer body by the end of the day.
-So? -They won't stop growing.
-And once your outside is covered-- -Hey.
Okay, that's it.
This stuff has to come off now, Zadzo.
Huh? We're sorry.
lf we'd known.
.
.
.
No need to apologize.
Just give us what we need to get them off her.
There is one way, but it is six days' walk from here.
-What? -We rarely remove our designs.
But there is a salve, made from the mud of a mineral spring, six days distant.
-That's too long.
BONNER: On foot.
But we're not on foot.
Draw us a map, Zadzo.
Don't worry, the old California missions.
.
.
.
.
.
were built to be a day's walk apart to shelter travelers as they journeyed.
Later, by car, they were an hour apart.
Airplanes pass one every few minutes.
We'll reach the spring in time.
We'll be back as soon as we take care of Stacey.
[GROWLlNG .]
[CHATTERlNG lN ALlEN LANGUAGE.]
WOMAN: Look out! EC'CO: lt's like that snake thing.
The energy blasts won't stop it.
Ec'co, you take the wheel.
Point the cannon at that thing and just keep pushing that big button.
-Ah! BONNER: Now, go! Seattle, take the Rat.
Stacey, you're with me.
Got it, major.
-Come on, kid.
-Hey.
But we've got to help them.
Ec'co and the others can take care of that thing.
We've gotta help you.
We should go back.
They need our help.
The little blasters on this bike won't make a difference to that creature.
And l'm not losing my niece to a tattoo.
Why don't you give these folks a break and skip breakfast? That doesn't mean you can eat me.
[SCREAMS.]
No! Come on, pal.
[GRUNTS.]
lf you eat everybody now, you won't have any room for dinner.
The map doesn't say anything about a river of lava.
Must be three days' walk from the settlement.
They probably don't even know the volcano erupted.
This body painting thing stopped being fun a long time ago.
We can't cross it.
We have to go downstream and find a way around it.
Look out.
STACEY: Let's get out of here.
-Nail it.
-Ya! Where are you going? [SCREAMS.]
We're not gonna make it! BONNER: Whoa.
STACEY: Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
Had it by a mile.
[SlGHS.]
Our homes.
Zadzo.
Come back.
-Get away.
-Stop it.
Clubs and spears won't stop that thing.
We need a plan.
lt may find me interesting.
Whatever she's doing, it's working.
To the left, closer to the creature.
-What are they up to? SEATTLE: I don 't know.
But they've been dealing with these creatures for a long time.
Maybe they know something we don't.
Here.
Come and eat your fill.
[WHlMPERlNG .]
[CHEERlNG .]
-Well, l'll be.
-What will Harrison be? l-- Uh.
.
.
.
Oh, never mind, Draga.
-l'm just happy.
-Hm.
l too.
Sometimes the old ways are still more effective than our modern weapons.
Those rocks over there.
The ones shaped like a bear.
The map says the mineral spring is on the far side of that hill.
-Oh, no.
-lt's bone-dry.
-Did we make a wrong turn? -No, this is it.
Was it.
lt's like they're not even my hands anymore.
Why did l do this to myself? Come on, if we dig deep enough, we might hit water.
-Help me.
-lt's no use, Uncle Gus.
Save your energy.
l'm just gonna have to live with this.
But we don't know what those microbes will do to you.
We-- [STACEY SCREAMlNG .]
Hey, stop.
Ow.
Let go of me.
Get away from her.
[SCREAMS.]
[GROANlNG .]
[LAUGHlNG .]
-What's so funny? -l can't help it.
lt tickles.
Wow.
My arm.
The designs are gone.
l guess we should have been nicer to that bug by the lava.
lt would have saved my sore backside from your driving.
[STACEY LAUGHlNG .]
Huh? What's wrong with my driving? Okay.
Go ahead.
[SHRlEKS.]
[BONNER LAUGHlNG .]
Go ahead and laugh.
But that was even worse than in my ear.
Huh? Lucky those bugs have a taste for microbes and not for us.
Thanks for not saying, "l told you so," Uncle Gus.
-lt's okay.
-l know l shouldn't have done it.
But if you and Harrison hadn't been sure you'd figured everything out about me-- l know.
Everyone thinks of me as Miss By-The-Book.
Stacey's gotta be serious and in control.
-Stacey, l-- -Everyone.
lncluding you.
Just once, l wanted to do something fun.
Maybe even a little dangerous.
Just once.
What? l'm sorry.
l should have thought more about it before l did it.
l shouldn't have let pride goad me into doing something l shouldn't.
What do you want me to say? Nothing.
Then why did we stop? Oh.
So l could tell you not to beat yourself up about it.
You're the best soldier in this hopeless outfit.
We all do things we regret later, Stace.
-Even you? -Even me, once or twice.
Like when l joined Stargate Command.
l've kept part of it to remind me to think before l act.
Not that l always remember.
[GlGGLES.]
Thanks, Uncle Gus.
Now, you promise never to tell anyone about that.
.
.
.
.
.
or l'm gonna steer this bike over every rock in the ground.
.
.
-.
.
.
between here and the settlement.
-Oh, l promise.
l promise.
l wouldn't tell a soul.
SDl Media Group