Stargate SG-1 s02e04 Episode Script
The Gamekeeper
(Stargate alarm) (PA) Chevron four encoded.
This is video the MALP sent back|from P7J-989.
Atmosphere, temperature,|and radioactivity levels are ideal.
Teal'c, .
.
is this structure familiar? - It is not of Goa'uld origin.
|- It looks pretty advanced.
(Carter) It's a possible new source|of technology.
Maybe even an ally against the Goa'uld.
- Looks worth a try, Colonel.
|- Yes, sir.
(Stargate gurgles) (iris locks) This is beautiful.
Yeah.
But where there's a garden,|there's snakes.
And flowers.
(sneezes) Way too many flowers! (birdsong) I like what they've done with the place.
I'm not so sure I like|what it's done to them.
They're human.
They are breathing.
All right, does anyone have any idea .
.
what these chambers might be? Some kind of medical device, maybe.
Suspended animation of some kind.
This is way past our science.
God! (grunts) (birds twitter) (birds twitter) What is this place? Uh I dunno.
Can't put my finger on it.
It appears to be Earth.
Yeah.
Teal'c, .
.
what the hell just happened to us? We were exploring PJ7-989.
We entered into a large domed facility|and endured some form of bodily attack.
(gun cocked) Kawalsky? John?! It's "Colonel".
|You can lower your weapon, Captain.
Why you acting so spooked, Jack? Maybe because I am? You're both supposed to be dead.
That's real cute, Jack.
Look, the intel on this one is good.
They keep Boris here during the day,|take him underground at night.
Our bird confirmed on its last flyover,|no snipers, only two guards.
It's a piece of cake.
|This ain't the one that you and me die on.
As a matter of fact,|this is the one you die on.
(whispers) I went on this mission in 1982.
East Germany.
We were supposed to grab|a Russian agent from that house.
- It all went bad.
|- You ready to move out .
.
or not, Captain? No.
No.
Cos this isn't real.
It can't be.
Oh, it's very real.
Your stall is putting us in jeopardy.
|Let's move out.
No.
Because I'm either dreaming|or hallucinating.
Was that real enough for you, Jack? (gun cocked) All right, how do you explain him? Does he look like one of us? Thomas .
.
has been on this team|longer than you have.
Think straight.
|We are not aborting the mission.
D'you understand? What the hell is this? What the hell's going on? I am as perplexed as you.
(whispers) Teal'c, .
.
do you think Is there a chance those machines|we were sucked into were some kind of, .
.
I don't know,|time machine or something? It is possible.
The Goa'uld have experimented|with time manipulation.
Perhaps another race succeeded.
So, this is real? You say this is a mission|that did not go well? Yes.
Perhaps you've been given|the opportunity to alter your history.
OK.
Let's move out.
It's about time.
(whispers) Hold up! Let's not make the same mistake twice.
- What the hell are you talking about?|- Sniper on the roof.
Nice catch, Jack.
(muffled gunshot) Let's go.
Group now! Aargh! Urgh! (moans) Come on, John! So much for satellite recon.
Hey, Jack, .
.
take care of Barbara for me, man.
(chokes) Fall back! (machine-gun fire) (gunfire ceases) - Where's Kawalsky?|- He was immediately behind us.
(vehicle approaches) Lower your weapon, Captain.
OK, what just happened? I'm not sure.
This place looks familiar.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute! This is the New York Museum of Art.
I've been here many times.
Many times.
(man #1)|OK, careful with that cover stone.
(man #2) Yes, Dr Jackson.
No.
Daniel? (Dr Jackson) Pull it this way.
I'm sorry.
|This area isn't open to the public.
(Dr Jackson) Careful.
- Jake, it's swinging a bit.
|- Bring this in on the left.
(chains jangle) Daniel, what's going on? No, this can't be real.
Who are these people? They're my parents.
Move it towards the back.
Careful.
Watch it on your left.
On your left.
Jake, bring this in.
Careful.
Bring it down.
|Let's look at the front.
It's It's swinging.
It's OK.
We'll be fine.
Careful! No No! A bit more level, Jake.
OK, Jake Get outta there, Mom!|Get outta there, Dad! (screaming) (panicked shouting) This is too real.
Every detail.
All the players are here.
Why should I go through this again? If someone has used technology|to send us to repair your history That's just it! It's history.
I can't change it.
Remaining here, doing nothing,|will most certainly change nothing.
I Oh, God Colonel, we should check those hedges.
Negative.
Stick to the plan, Captain.
Group now! Jack, what are you doing? It's not part of the plan! John! Aargh! Come on, John! So much for satellite recon.
Jack, .
.
take care of Barbara for me, man.
(chokes) Oh, God (machine-gun fire) Fall back! Lower your weapon, Captain.
What the hell is going on here? What's with you, Jack?|Operation East Fly is go! No! You! Who are you?|Who are those people? There's no-one here but us!|Do you want a Section Eight, Jack? You must stop arguing .
.
and proceed with the mission.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the Keeper.
The keeper of what? The Keeper of all that is around you.
|Of all that is .
.
and all that might be.
Why do you wish us|to proceed with this mission? Because it is that|which you have always wanted.
You've got to be kidding me.
This was the most blown operation|I've ever been involved with.
Why would I want to watch my friends|be killed over and over again? You have always wished to do it again,|in order to do it differently.
We're going with or without you.
See you.
All right.
Have it your way.
(Keeper) You must go with them.
It is the only way to evince the change|that you have desired for so many years.
I can't change the outcome|if you change the rules.
Do you not wish to save the lives|of your friends and comrades? If they were real.
But there are so many|fantastic variations that you can try.
Perhaps this time .
.
you could try a different route.
Sit down, Teal'c.
We're not playing this game.
Very well.
Have it your way.
I hope by doing nothing|we are taking the correct action, O'Neill.
(machine-gun fire) So do I.
Daniel, I'm so sorry|you had to go through that again.
I've been thinking.
We were pulled into those things,|those machines, right? At first I thought they were|some sort of time-dilation machines.
Sam, please Just Just tell me that this isn't real.
No, I don't think it is.
It isn't consistent|with logical theories of time travel.
For example, you should be|seeing yourself here as a child, .
.
or become a child again.
Daniel, I'm guessing here, .
.
but I think we're in|an advanced recreation .
.
being pumped into our minds|by those machines.
(Dr Jackson)|OK, careful with that cover stone.
I'm sorry.
This area isn't open to the public.
Daniel, I don't think we're actually here! Jake, it's swinging.
(chains jangle) Excuse me Listen to me.
Um|You have to come out of there.
Danny, go back outside.
Danny? No.
L-look,|you have to come out right now, .
.
because I because I-I hurt myself.
I hurt myself badly.
|I think I've broken my leg.
Come out right now|and take care of me! You can't be hurt badly.
You're walking.
|We'll be out in a minute.
OK, sweetie? OK.
Jake No No! (screaming) (man #1) Come on! Help me with this.
Help me with this.
(man #2) Dr Jackson! Can you hear me? I can't see anything.
|Here, help me with this.
Lift it! Lift it! (groans ofexertion) It's too heavy! Daniel, correct me if I'm wrong, .
.
but I'll bet when this really happened|you didn't have this audience.
I think that we must be in some sort of .
.
really advanced simulation,|like a virtual reality.
It's the only explanation.
Super! It takes my most tragic moment|and it plays it over and over again.
Maybe that's your strongest memory.
He called me Danny, like I'm still|like I'm still a little kid.
That's because that's how old you were|when this happened.
You have taken on the role|of Daniel Jackson .
.
as a child in this simulation.
I used to replay this|over and over in my mind, .
.
trying to think what I could've done|to make a difference.
OK.
OK, so maybe that's the point.
|Here's your chance.
Is it not wonderful? Now you get the chance! I-I beg your pardon.
The chance? To relive your momentous event.
To try the plethora of variations|that have been weighing on your mind.
To finally see if you can|make a difference.
Who are you? Why, I am the Keeper, of course.
The keeper of? Of all that is, was, and will be|in this place.
Where exactly are we? I believe you call this|the New York Museum of Art.
No, no, no.
Where are we in reality? Reality is in the eye of the beholder.
You have always wished to go back|and do things differently.
I have given you that opportunity.
|Now, go! Make things right in this place.
And how do I How do I do that? Well, if I told you that|it wouldn't be any fun! Fun?! That's what you think this is for me? Fun, watching this happen|again and again? There would be no pleasure from the gain|if there were no .
.
risk .
.
from the journey.
(Dr Jackson)|Careful with that cover stone.
(chains jangle) (man) This way.
Danny.
What are you doing? Come on.
Danny Jackson! You stop this right now! Jake, gimme a hand here, please.
No, no, no, no, no - Bring it in.
|- A bit more level.
(Dr Jackson) Careful.
A little more level.
Bring it in.
No! (screaming) God, no! Damn you! Stop this game now! What for? You haven't explored|all of your options yet.
Well, obviously my options are infinite|and my solutions are zero.
Now, stop it! I won't play any more.
Ah, but you will.
You will.
(Dr Jackson)|Careful with that cover stone.
Daniel, do you want me to No.
(Dr Jackson) Just bring it down.
Let's look at the front.
- Bring it in.
|- It's swinging.
It's OK.
It's fine.
We'll be fine.
Careful! You must try another alternative.
No.
You would allow your parents|to suffer this awful death? I won't play your game.
(screaming) (panicked shouting) You are indeed an obstinate race.
You! You guys all right? I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth.
What is this place? The New York Museum of Art.
We think it's a simulation.
I figure we're in some sort of|virtual reality world, .
.
created from our own minds,|or at least Daniel's.
You are a very stubborn, .
.
unimaginative and non-competitive race.
Why do you refuse .
.
to enjoy the opportunities|that I have given you? Enjoy? What makes you think I enjoy|watching my friends get killed? Or their parents die? You have both been given challenges|to be met and conquered.
You have it in you.
|Why will you not partake? Why will you not just let us go? Go where?! Where would you like to go? I can take you anywhere|you can remember.
Anywhere you can imagine.
OK.
We want to go free! (Carter) So, we're right? This is a simulated world? It is a world completely inside|your minds.
Channelled, coordinated|and administered .
.
by myself, .
.
the Keeper.
But how? How does it work? I don't care how it works.
|I just want outta here.
I cannot do that.
The devices that enwrap you serve to|nourish and stimulate your senses.
The devices implanted in your brains .
.
channel experience and imagination|into and out of your minds.
So we're trapped? With our brains hooked up like computers|to some sort of network? Yes! And your minds are very valuable|to my residents .
.
because you enrich|and add value to our own.
(Jackson) Wait.
How long have your residents|been in this virtual world? Roughly one thousand of your years.
We're not gonna stick around for|the next thousand of anyone's years! So, until we came along,|you've only had your own minds, .
.
your own experiences,|to provide scenarios for your virtual lives? You're beginning to understand.
So, what, we're like|We're like new software? Imagine being in a room for 1000 years|with only five movies.
How long could you watch them|until you were bored silly? What you wouldn't give|for just four more.
So, you're using our minds, .
.
our memories, imaginations, dreams,|for some sort of programming? Actually, I can remove information|from only two of your minds.
This species' mind seems to protect .
.
against output.
|As does yours, madam.
It does? Perhaps due to the change in your mind|that Jolinar of Malk-shur left behind.
But fear not,|there is no block against input .
.
into your minds.
You, too, can enjoy our adventures.
And these two minds, .
.
they provide more than enough|rich experience and imagination .
.
to provide years of entertainment|for my residents.
Well, I'm sorry.
With all due respect to you fine folks,|I don't give a damn about .
.
residents! I just want to get us outta here.
It is I that am sorry, for I am not able|to accommodate your request.
I am sure you will be able to enjoy|the many adventures you will have here.
Why are your people in here anyway? Why not go out and get some|new experiences of your own? Live some new experiences? We cannot leave our chambers.
The world outside is uninhabitable.
It has been poisoned and desecrated.
You are mistaken.
|Your planet is a fertile garden world.
It is you who are mistaken, .
.
my alien friend.
Our planet was destroyed|by a chemical disaster .
.
1022 years ago.
We were victims of our own technology|advancing faster than we could control it.
At that time, the few of us left placed our|physical bodies in suspended animation.
Good news.
Your planet|seems to have regenerated itself.
This is not true!|I monitor all conditions at all times.
Your monitoring systems are wrong.
It is beautiful out there.
Of course, .
.
you already knew that, didn't you? The question is, .
.
why don't you want them to know? Residents must not leave|the environment! The outside world is uninhabitable! - Who made you the warden here, huh?|- I do not understand.
Why are you the one running things here? The environment is my design.
I am its creator, its Keeper.
So, if your residents leave, .
.
you lose control.
That man is lying to you, folks.
He's got you imprisoned in your own Well, that's good.
That's fair.
Send them to where|they can't hear the truth.
Good.
I will not allow you .
.
to poison their minds.
Um, if you keep us here, .
.
you won't be able to prevent us|from interacting with them.
I mean, especially if we're supposed to be|new software for them.
Very well.
You weren't wanted here|any more anyway.
(beeping) (birdsong) We're out.
Whoa! Wait, didn't that seem a little too easy? Yes, it did.
Let's go home.
They all have small puncture wounds .
.
in their temples, spinal cords, .
.
and several abdominal areas.
Meaning what? The machines you described|were sustaining your lives.
Providing you with oxygen, feeding you, .
.
and, from the sound of it,|controlling your nervous system.
But is there any permanent damage? No.
Not that I can see.
|Pupil dilation is bang on.
Reflexes are as they should be.
|Everything seems fine to me.
Jack, we should go back to the planet|and free those people.
I'm not sure it's any of our business,|frankly.
I concur.
Who are we to judge how someone|on another planet lives? But the people are in those machines|under false pretences.
The Keeper is lying to them|about what's outside.
OK, if I may weigh in here.
All evidence suggests that the machines|clinically sustain those people.
Removing them could be like .
.
taking a patient off life-support.
It sounds to me|like we have to get more information .
.
to make this decision, folks.
The only way to gain more information .
.
would be to venture back into|the artificial world of P7J-989.
Then, that's exactly what I want you to do.
Uh, .
.
General, .
.
without meaning, .
.
this time, to sound like a smartass, .
.
are you cracked? Folks, I don't need to tell you .
.
how valuable a resource|this planet could be for us.
Their technology is far beyond our own.
|The kind of technology that justifies .
.
this entire programme.
- Going back there could be hazardous.
|- I fail to see how.
It's an artificial environment.
|Can you actually die in there? We don't know.
I'm a little more concerned about|being trapped there, sir.
You got out before.
There is no guarantee|we'd be able to extract ourselves again.
OK.
I'll tell you what.
If you don't come out in one week, .
.
I'll send in SG-2 to pull you out.
Besides, what's so bad about|being in there? It sounds to me like you can experience|all sorts of fascinating things.
- Like watching old friends and|- Parents? Family getting killed over and over again? Or seeing Major Kawalsky alive and well.
Who knows, Colonel?|Maybe you could even see your son.
Dr Jackson, perhaps you could visit|the ancient worlds you've always .
.
wondered about.
Go anywhere your|memories or imaginations want to go.
That's enough.
Let's just have a little look here, shall we? What are you doing, Colonel? - I'm looking for the edges of the mask.
|- What? You're not the real General Hammond.
Sit down, Colonel! I don't think so, bucko.
The jig's up.
- We're on to you.
|- What?! - We're still on P7J-989.
|- Oh, you betcha.
This is just a new game, brought to you .
.
by our good friend, the Keeper.
You are way out of line, Colonel! You could be having a nervous reaction|to the machines.
We'll run tests.
No, you should get us out of these|damn machines is what you should do! Oh, what?! Colonel, you're testing my patience.
I will give you one final chance .
.
to follow my orders, and rejoin|the residents of the artificial world.
Residents?|That's what the Keeper called them.
Are you going back in or not, Colonel? I'm already in! Place SG-1 under arrest! Put them in isolation|where they can speak to no-one! O'Neill, .
.
you seem quite confident|that we are not on Earth.
Because we're not! Did that sound like the real|General Hammond to anyone? It is my understanding that|we could only experience past events.
The Keeper said we could experience|anything we can remember or imagine.
We're still on PJ7-989.
It's a fake environment.
Is that really so bad? I mean, come on,|haven't you people missed me at all? Why are you resisting this? Think of all the fun|we could have together.
Dr Jackson, you gotta admit, .
.
I used to make you laugh.
Colonel, who else are you gonna get|to play street hockey with .
.
who can kick your butt the way I can? Captain Carter, .
.
think what it would be like|to never grow old.
Cos you never do here.
Who are you? Who am I? Colonel, are you telling me|you don't remember me? I'm hurt.
- I'm really hurt.
|- No, no.
I know who you're pretending to be.
But who are you, really? Are you the Keeper? Nah Not me.
Then what? Some kind of projection or? Because you're not real.
And if you're not real,|you won't mind this.
Hello.
We have been looking for you.
Please, tell us|what you began to tell us before.
About what it is like outside.
It is, in fact, quite agreeable outside.
- The poison is gone?|- Everything is not dead? No.
Uh, quite the opposite.
|Everything is blooming.
How can that be? The Keeper tells us it is dangerous.
Well The the Keeper lies.
How can we trust these creatures|above the Keeper, .
.
who has cared for us for so long? Tell you what Come with us.
We'll show you.
(whispering) Excuse me.
Where are we going? Back through the gate|to show 'em what their planet looks like.
In our memories.
Before the virtual reality.
Leave me alone.
(Stargate alarm) (Hammond)|Unauthorised Stargate activation.
Shutting down the gate.
SG-1 , .
.
you are trying my patience! Daniel, with me! (birdsong) You think we're really out this time? Hey! Please, do not hurt me.
I meant you no harm.
Understand, my people's existence .
.
has become stagnant.
I wanted only good for them.
How long have you been coming out|to tend this garden? Lovely, is it not? How long? Oh, many, many years.
Then why do you lie to your people? Why not give them the option|to come out here? Because it was our kind that damaged|the planet in the first place.
If I let them out,|they will only hurt it again.
You're kidding? Perhaps they will not make|the same mistakes.
You're big on giving people|a second chance! No-one is preventing them from leaving.
|Portals, such as the ones you've used, .
.
are everywhere within.
We could have left at any time?|We just had to go through a door? Anyone may leave at any time.
|Portals are always open.
Of course, people have to know they exist|to use them.
Which you have now shown them.
And they have to know|that there's somewhere to go.
And you have told them that.
You have ruined everything.
|Poisoned their minds.
The damage is done.
Again, we thank you.
You have given us .
.
a whole new world of beauty|and future experiences.
Well, you've still got a lot of work to do.
But we'll send along some supplies - .
.
to get you started.
|- They are ruining everything! They are actually picking the flowers! This is real this time, isn't it? Do not pull that! You are ruining the garden! I told you they would ruin everything.
First the garden, .
.
next the entire planet! (both) It's real.
You are ruining the garden! (O'Neill) Thank you, ma'am.
This is video the MALP sent back|from P7J-989.
Atmosphere, temperature,|and radioactivity levels are ideal.
Teal'c, .
.
is this structure familiar? - It is not of Goa'uld origin.
|- It looks pretty advanced.
(Carter) It's a possible new source|of technology.
Maybe even an ally against the Goa'uld.
- Looks worth a try, Colonel.
|- Yes, sir.
(Stargate gurgles) (iris locks) This is beautiful.
Yeah.
But where there's a garden,|there's snakes.
And flowers.
(sneezes) Way too many flowers! (birdsong) I like what they've done with the place.
I'm not so sure I like|what it's done to them.
They're human.
They are breathing.
All right, does anyone have any idea .
.
what these chambers might be? Some kind of medical device, maybe.
Suspended animation of some kind.
This is way past our science.
God! (grunts) (birds twitter) (birds twitter) What is this place? Uh I dunno.
Can't put my finger on it.
It appears to be Earth.
Yeah.
Teal'c, .
.
what the hell just happened to us? We were exploring PJ7-989.
We entered into a large domed facility|and endured some form of bodily attack.
(gun cocked) Kawalsky? John?! It's "Colonel".
|You can lower your weapon, Captain.
Why you acting so spooked, Jack? Maybe because I am? You're both supposed to be dead.
That's real cute, Jack.
Look, the intel on this one is good.
They keep Boris here during the day,|take him underground at night.
Our bird confirmed on its last flyover,|no snipers, only two guards.
It's a piece of cake.
|This ain't the one that you and me die on.
As a matter of fact,|this is the one you die on.
(whispers) I went on this mission in 1982.
East Germany.
We were supposed to grab|a Russian agent from that house.
- It all went bad.
|- You ready to move out .
.
or not, Captain? No.
No.
Cos this isn't real.
It can't be.
Oh, it's very real.
Your stall is putting us in jeopardy.
|Let's move out.
No.
Because I'm either dreaming|or hallucinating.
Was that real enough for you, Jack? (gun cocked) All right, how do you explain him? Does he look like one of us? Thomas .
.
has been on this team|longer than you have.
Think straight.
|We are not aborting the mission.
D'you understand? What the hell is this? What the hell's going on? I am as perplexed as you.
(whispers) Teal'c, .
.
do you think Is there a chance those machines|we were sucked into were some kind of, .
.
I don't know,|time machine or something? It is possible.
The Goa'uld have experimented|with time manipulation.
Perhaps another race succeeded.
So, this is real? You say this is a mission|that did not go well? Yes.
Perhaps you've been given|the opportunity to alter your history.
OK.
Let's move out.
It's about time.
(whispers) Hold up! Let's not make the same mistake twice.
- What the hell are you talking about?|- Sniper on the roof.
Nice catch, Jack.
(muffled gunshot) Let's go.
Group now! Aargh! Urgh! (moans) Come on, John! So much for satellite recon.
Hey, Jack, .
.
take care of Barbara for me, man.
(chokes) Fall back! (machine-gun fire) (gunfire ceases) - Where's Kawalsky?|- He was immediately behind us.
(vehicle approaches) Lower your weapon, Captain.
OK, what just happened? I'm not sure.
This place looks familiar.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute! This is the New York Museum of Art.
I've been here many times.
Many times.
(man #1)|OK, careful with that cover stone.
(man #2) Yes, Dr Jackson.
No.
Daniel? (Dr Jackson) Pull it this way.
I'm sorry.
|This area isn't open to the public.
(Dr Jackson) Careful.
- Jake, it's swinging a bit.
|- Bring this in on the left.
(chains jangle) Daniel, what's going on? No, this can't be real.
Who are these people? They're my parents.
Move it towards the back.
Careful.
Watch it on your left.
On your left.
Jake, bring this in.
Careful.
Bring it down.
|Let's look at the front.
It's It's swinging.
It's OK.
We'll be fine.
Careful! No No! A bit more level, Jake.
OK, Jake Get outta there, Mom!|Get outta there, Dad! (screaming) (panicked shouting) This is too real.
Every detail.
All the players are here.
Why should I go through this again? If someone has used technology|to send us to repair your history That's just it! It's history.
I can't change it.
Remaining here, doing nothing,|will most certainly change nothing.
I Oh, God Colonel, we should check those hedges.
Negative.
Stick to the plan, Captain.
Group now! Jack, what are you doing? It's not part of the plan! John! Aargh! Come on, John! So much for satellite recon.
Jack, .
.
take care of Barbara for me, man.
(chokes) Oh, God (machine-gun fire) Fall back! Lower your weapon, Captain.
What the hell is going on here? What's with you, Jack?|Operation East Fly is go! No! You! Who are you?|Who are those people? There's no-one here but us!|Do you want a Section Eight, Jack? You must stop arguing .
.
and proceed with the mission.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the Keeper.
The keeper of what? The Keeper of all that is around you.
|Of all that is .
.
and all that might be.
Why do you wish us|to proceed with this mission? Because it is that|which you have always wanted.
You've got to be kidding me.
This was the most blown operation|I've ever been involved with.
Why would I want to watch my friends|be killed over and over again? You have always wished to do it again,|in order to do it differently.
We're going with or without you.
See you.
All right.
Have it your way.
(Keeper) You must go with them.
It is the only way to evince the change|that you have desired for so many years.
I can't change the outcome|if you change the rules.
Do you not wish to save the lives|of your friends and comrades? If they were real.
But there are so many|fantastic variations that you can try.
Perhaps this time .
.
you could try a different route.
Sit down, Teal'c.
We're not playing this game.
Very well.
Have it your way.
I hope by doing nothing|we are taking the correct action, O'Neill.
(machine-gun fire) So do I.
Daniel, I'm so sorry|you had to go through that again.
I've been thinking.
We were pulled into those things,|those machines, right? At first I thought they were|some sort of time-dilation machines.
Sam, please Just Just tell me that this isn't real.
No, I don't think it is.
It isn't consistent|with logical theories of time travel.
For example, you should be|seeing yourself here as a child, .
.
or become a child again.
Daniel, I'm guessing here, .
.
but I think we're in|an advanced recreation .
.
being pumped into our minds|by those machines.
(Dr Jackson)|OK, careful with that cover stone.
I'm sorry.
This area isn't open to the public.
Daniel, I don't think we're actually here! Jake, it's swinging.
(chains jangle) Excuse me Listen to me.
Um|You have to come out of there.
Danny, go back outside.
Danny? No.
L-look,|you have to come out right now, .
.
because I because I-I hurt myself.
I hurt myself badly.
|I think I've broken my leg.
Come out right now|and take care of me! You can't be hurt badly.
You're walking.
|We'll be out in a minute.
OK, sweetie? OK.
Jake No No! (screaming) (man #1) Come on! Help me with this.
Help me with this.
(man #2) Dr Jackson! Can you hear me? I can't see anything.
|Here, help me with this.
Lift it! Lift it! (groans ofexertion) It's too heavy! Daniel, correct me if I'm wrong, .
.
but I'll bet when this really happened|you didn't have this audience.
I think that we must be in some sort of .
.
really advanced simulation,|like a virtual reality.
It's the only explanation.
Super! It takes my most tragic moment|and it plays it over and over again.
Maybe that's your strongest memory.
He called me Danny, like I'm still|like I'm still a little kid.
That's because that's how old you were|when this happened.
You have taken on the role|of Daniel Jackson .
.
as a child in this simulation.
I used to replay this|over and over in my mind, .
.
trying to think what I could've done|to make a difference.
OK.
OK, so maybe that's the point.
|Here's your chance.
Is it not wonderful? Now you get the chance! I-I beg your pardon.
The chance? To relive your momentous event.
To try the plethora of variations|that have been weighing on your mind.
To finally see if you can|make a difference.
Who are you? Why, I am the Keeper, of course.
The keeper of? Of all that is, was, and will be|in this place.
Where exactly are we? I believe you call this|the New York Museum of Art.
No, no, no.
Where are we in reality? Reality is in the eye of the beholder.
You have always wished to go back|and do things differently.
I have given you that opportunity.
|Now, go! Make things right in this place.
And how do I How do I do that? Well, if I told you that|it wouldn't be any fun! Fun?! That's what you think this is for me? Fun, watching this happen|again and again? There would be no pleasure from the gain|if there were no .
.
risk .
.
from the journey.
(Dr Jackson)|Careful with that cover stone.
(chains jangle) (man) This way.
Danny.
What are you doing? Come on.
Danny Jackson! You stop this right now! Jake, gimme a hand here, please.
No, no, no, no, no - Bring it in.
|- A bit more level.
(Dr Jackson) Careful.
A little more level.
Bring it in.
No! (screaming) God, no! Damn you! Stop this game now! What for? You haven't explored|all of your options yet.
Well, obviously my options are infinite|and my solutions are zero.
Now, stop it! I won't play any more.
Ah, but you will.
You will.
(Dr Jackson)|Careful with that cover stone.
Daniel, do you want me to No.
(Dr Jackson) Just bring it down.
Let's look at the front.
- Bring it in.
|- It's swinging.
It's OK.
It's fine.
We'll be fine.
Careful! You must try another alternative.
No.
You would allow your parents|to suffer this awful death? I won't play your game.
(screaming) (panicked shouting) You are indeed an obstinate race.
You! You guys all right? I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth.
What is this place? The New York Museum of Art.
We think it's a simulation.
I figure we're in some sort of|virtual reality world, .
.
created from our own minds,|or at least Daniel's.
You are a very stubborn, .
.
unimaginative and non-competitive race.
Why do you refuse .
.
to enjoy the opportunities|that I have given you? Enjoy? What makes you think I enjoy|watching my friends get killed? Or their parents die? You have both been given challenges|to be met and conquered.
You have it in you.
|Why will you not partake? Why will you not just let us go? Go where?! Where would you like to go? I can take you anywhere|you can remember.
Anywhere you can imagine.
OK.
We want to go free! (Carter) So, we're right? This is a simulated world? It is a world completely inside|your minds.
Channelled, coordinated|and administered .
.
by myself, .
.
the Keeper.
But how? How does it work? I don't care how it works.
|I just want outta here.
I cannot do that.
The devices that enwrap you serve to|nourish and stimulate your senses.
The devices implanted in your brains .
.
channel experience and imagination|into and out of your minds.
So we're trapped? With our brains hooked up like computers|to some sort of network? Yes! And your minds are very valuable|to my residents .
.
because you enrich|and add value to our own.
(Jackson) Wait.
How long have your residents|been in this virtual world? Roughly one thousand of your years.
We're not gonna stick around for|the next thousand of anyone's years! So, until we came along,|you've only had your own minds, .
.
your own experiences,|to provide scenarios for your virtual lives? You're beginning to understand.
So, what, we're like|We're like new software? Imagine being in a room for 1000 years|with only five movies.
How long could you watch them|until you were bored silly? What you wouldn't give|for just four more.
So, you're using our minds, .
.
our memories, imaginations, dreams,|for some sort of programming? Actually, I can remove information|from only two of your minds.
This species' mind seems to protect .
.
against output.
|As does yours, madam.
It does? Perhaps due to the change in your mind|that Jolinar of Malk-shur left behind.
But fear not,|there is no block against input .
.
into your minds.
You, too, can enjoy our adventures.
And these two minds, .
.
they provide more than enough|rich experience and imagination .
.
to provide years of entertainment|for my residents.
Well, I'm sorry.
With all due respect to you fine folks,|I don't give a damn about .
.
residents! I just want to get us outta here.
It is I that am sorry, for I am not able|to accommodate your request.
I am sure you will be able to enjoy|the many adventures you will have here.
Why are your people in here anyway? Why not go out and get some|new experiences of your own? Live some new experiences? We cannot leave our chambers.
The world outside is uninhabitable.
It has been poisoned and desecrated.
You are mistaken.
|Your planet is a fertile garden world.
It is you who are mistaken, .
.
my alien friend.
Our planet was destroyed|by a chemical disaster .
.
1022 years ago.
We were victims of our own technology|advancing faster than we could control it.
At that time, the few of us left placed our|physical bodies in suspended animation.
Good news.
Your planet|seems to have regenerated itself.
This is not true!|I monitor all conditions at all times.
Your monitoring systems are wrong.
It is beautiful out there.
Of course, .
.
you already knew that, didn't you? The question is, .
.
why don't you want them to know? Residents must not leave|the environment! The outside world is uninhabitable! - Who made you the warden here, huh?|- I do not understand.
Why are you the one running things here? The environment is my design.
I am its creator, its Keeper.
So, if your residents leave, .
.
you lose control.
That man is lying to you, folks.
He's got you imprisoned in your own Well, that's good.
That's fair.
Send them to where|they can't hear the truth.
Good.
I will not allow you .
.
to poison their minds.
Um, if you keep us here, .
.
you won't be able to prevent us|from interacting with them.
I mean, especially if we're supposed to be|new software for them.
Very well.
You weren't wanted here|any more anyway.
(beeping) (birdsong) We're out.
Whoa! Wait, didn't that seem a little too easy? Yes, it did.
Let's go home.
They all have small puncture wounds .
.
in their temples, spinal cords, .
.
and several abdominal areas.
Meaning what? The machines you described|were sustaining your lives.
Providing you with oxygen, feeding you, .
.
and, from the sound of it,|controlling your nervous system.
But is there any permanent damage? No.
Not that I can see.
|Pupil dilation is bang on.
Reflexes are as they should be.
|Everything seems fine to me.
Jack, we should go back to the planet|and free those people.
I'm not sure it's any of our business,|frankly.
I concur.
Who are we to judge how someone|on another planet lives? But the people are in those machines|under false pretences.
The Keeper is lying to them|about what's outside.
OK, if I may weigh in here.
All evidence suggests that the machines|clinically sustain those people.
Removing them could be like .
.
taking a patient off life-support.
It sounds to me|like we have to get more information .
.
to make this decision, folks.
The only way to gain more information .
.
would be to venture back into|the artificial world of P7J-989.
Then, that's exactly what I want you to do.
Uh, .
.
General, .
.
without meaning, .
.
this time, to sound like a smartass, .
.
are you cracked? Folks, I don't need to tell you .
.
how valuable a resource|this planet could be for us.
Their technology is far beyond our own.
|The kind of technology that justifies .
.
this entire programme.
- Going back there could be hazardous.
|- I fail to see how.
It's an artificial environment.
|Can you actually die in there? We don't know.
I'm a little more concerned about|being trapped there, sir.
You got out before.
There is no guarantee|we'd be able to extract ourselves again.
OK.
I'll tell you what.
If you don't come out in one week, .
.
I'll send in SG-2 to pull you out.
Besides, what's so bad about|being in there? It sounds to me like you can experience|all sorts of fascinating things.
- Like watching old friends and|- Parents? Family getting killed over and over again? Or seeing Major Kawalsky alive and well.
Who knows, Colonel?|Maybe you could even see your son.
Dr Jackson, perhaps you could visit|the ancient worlds you've always .
.
wondered about.
Go anywhere your|memories or imaginations want to go.
That's enough.
Let's just have a little look here, shall we? What are you doing, Colonel? - I'm looking for the edges of the mask.
|- What? You're not the real General Hammond.
Sit down, Colonel! I don't think so, bucko.
The jig's up.
- We're on to you.
|- What?! - We're still on P7J-989.
|- Oh, you betcha.
This is just a new game, brought to you .
.
by our good friend, the Keeper.
You are way out of line, Colonel! You could be having a nervous reaction|to the machines.
We'll run tests.
No, you should get us out of these|damn machines is what you should do! Oh, what?! Colonel, you're testing my patience.
I will give you one final chance .
.
to follow my orders, and rejoin|the residents of the artificial world.
Residents?|That's what the Keeper called them.
Are you going back in or not, Colonel? I'm already in! Place SG-1 under arrest! Put them in isolation|where they can speak to no-one! O'Neill, .
.
you seem quite confident|that we are not on Earth.
Because we're not! Did that sound like the real|General Hammond to anyone? It is my understanding that|we could only experience past events.
The Keeper said we could experience|anything we can remember or imagine.
We're still on PJ7-989.
It's a fake environment.
Is that really so bad? I mean, come on,|haven't you people missed me at all? Why are you resisting this? Think of all the fun|we could have together.
Dr Jackson, you gotta admit, .
.
I used to make you laugh.
Colonel, who else are you gonna get|to play street hockey with .
.
who can kick your butt the way I can? Captain Carter, .
.
think what it would be like|to never grow old.
Cos you never do here.
Who are you? Who am I? Colonel, are you telling me|you don't remember me? I'm hurt.
- I'm really hurt.
|- No, no.
I know who you're pretending to be.
But who are you, really? Are you the Keeper? Nah Not me.
Then what? Some kind of projection or? Because you're not real.
And if you're not real,|you won't mind this.
Hello.
We have been looking for you.
Please, tell us|what you began to tell us before.
About what it is like outside.
It is, in fact, quite agreeable outside.
- The poison is gone?|- Everything is not dead? No.
Uh, quite the opposite.
|Everything is blooming.
How can that be? The Keeper tells us it is dangerous.
Well The the Keeper lies.
How can we trust these creatures|above the Keeper, .
.
who has cared for us for so long? Tell you what Come with us.
We'll show you.
(whispering) Excuse me.
Where are we going? Back through the gate|to show 'em what their planet looks like.
In our memories.
Before the virtual reality.
Leave me alone.
(Stargate alarm) (Hammond)|Unauthorised Stargate activation.
Shutting down the gate.
SG-1 , .
.
you are trying my patience! Daniel, with me! (birdsong) You think we're really out this time? Hey! Please, do not hurt me.
I meant you no harm.
Understand, my people's existence .
.
has become stagnant.
I wanted only good for them.
How long have you been coming out|to tend this garden? Lovely, is it not? How long? Oh, many, many years.
Then why do you lie to your people? Why not give them the option|to come out here? Because it was our kind that damaged|the planet in the first place.
If I let them out,|they will only hurt it again.
You're kidding? Perhaps they will not make|the same mistakes.
You're big on giving people|a second chance! No-one is preventing them from leaving.
|Portals, such as the ones you've used, .
.
are everywhere within.
We could have left at any time?|We just had to go through a door? Anyone may leave at any time.
|Portals are always open.
Of course, people have to know they exist|to use them.
Which you have now shown them.
And they have to know|that there's somewhere to go.
And you have told them that.
You have ruined everything.
|Poisoned their minds.
The damage is done.
Again, we thank you.
You have given us .
.
a whole new world of beauty|and future experiences.
Well, you've still got a lot of work to do.
But we'll send along some supplies - .
.
to get you started.
|- They are ruining everything! They are actually picking the flowers! This is real this time, isn't it? Do not pull that! You are ruining the garden! I told you they would ruin everything.
First the garden, .
.
next the entire planet! (both) It's real.
You are ruining the garden! (O'Neill) Thank you, ma'am.