Stargate SG-1 s03e02 Episode Script
Seth
(Stargate alarm) - George.
|- Jacob.
Colonel O'Neill Teal'c Daniel.
Sam.
- How are you doing, kid?|- OK, Dad.
So, you guys are the talk|of the Tok'ra water cooler.
- For what?|- Kicking some major Hathor behind.
Yes, we do take pride in good work.
|But that's not why you're here? No.
We need your help.
You need our help? With what? Let's just call it a Goa'uld hunt.
(high-pitched whirring) (beeps) - (Daniel) It's fascinating.
|- (Sam) No kidding! A projected hologram with no|silver-halide-coated plates, no I was talking about|what's being projected.
It's like a family tree|of the ancient Egyptian gods.
Actually, of the Goa'uld System Lords.
(Daniel) Ra, Apophis, Hathor, Heru-Ur The symbol of Setesh is oscillating.
That is the symbol for Setesh.
- Have you met him, too?|- I have met descendants of his Jaffa.
All right.
Who's this Setesh fella? Otherwise known as Setekh|Set, Seti, Seth.
Ancient Egyptian god of chaos.
|Embodies hostility and outright evil.
Why haven't we heard of him before? We haven't met all the System Lords.
|There's probably thousands more, right? Only dozens of System Lords.
|Thousands of Goa'ulds in general.
- What makes you think we met this one?|- The Tok'ra have taken a Goa'uld census.
Where the System Lords are positioned,|what domain they rule, .
.
who serves under them,|that sort of thing.
But there's one Goa'uld|we've lost track of.
Seth? A record of him ends when the Earth's|gate was buried in ancient Egypt.
Are you saying he never left? That's our theory.
We think he still might|be here, hiding among Earth's people.
We'll be cuttin' to the chase on this one.
You want us to find this snake-head|who, if he's here, .
.
would be hiding|in one of six billion people on Earth? Yes.
- How do you know he's alive?|- If he has a sarcophagus.
Or if he changes hosts|every 400 years or so.
But why wouldn't he have tried|to get at the Stargate .
.
between when it was buried and now? Or why wouldn't he try|to take over the Earth like Ra? Seth had a price on his head -|he tried to overthrow Ra.
Now the System Lords wanted him dead,|as did the Tok'ra.
We believe if he's still here|it's because he's using Earth as a hideout.
He wishes to hide among you.
Kinda gives "needle in a haystack"|a whole new meaning.
Well I know it's a long shot.
Not necessarily.
|Remember, Setesh is a Goa'uld.
- Yeah.
|- As a Goa'uld he thirsts for power.
They have a common MO|for getting that power.
False religion.
Which shrinks the proverbial haystack|considerably.
Let me see if I can track him through|archaeological and historical record.
Do it.
Dad, you don't really think we have|a chance of finding this Goa'uld, do you? - It's the mission Garshaw assigned me.
|- You didn't request it? - Dad?|- (laughs) Why would I request it? C'mon! Would it be so awful|to admit that you just wanted to see me? Of course not - you're right.
That's why I requested it.
OK, so that's obviously not the reason.
What's going on? (distorted) I requested the assignment.
- Selmak!|- Nice to see you again, Captain Carter.
Likewise.
|So, let me ask you the same question.
Your father has an unresolved issue|on your planet, and it irritates me.
Mark.
Yes.
Your father's a proud man.
He refuses to seek out your brother|and mend the relationship.
Yeah.
Well, Mark hasn't exactly|rushed into my father's arms either.
Even when we thought|Dad was gonna die.
It hurt your father deeply when his son|didn't come to him on his deathbed.
(undistorted) Why "hurt"? As far as I was concerned the kid wasn't|my son any more.
It didn't hurt a bit.
Dad I have a number for Mark in San Diego.
So? I just thought you might wanna know.
- When was the last time you saw him?|- Not since his kids were born.
He paints me with the same brush|as he does you.
Well, Selmak's pushing me|to go mend some fences.
I guess Selmak is as wise as they say.
|I'll go with you.
When? I didn't say I'd go.
|I just said Selmak's pushing it.
So, what's the bad news? - On the contrary, we have good news.
|- (Sam) You do? I did a time-line Boolean search for|religion, cult, Set, Setesh, Setekh, Seth Yadda Here's what I found.
There's been a cult of Setesh in one form|or another since around 1000 BC.
- What is that?|- Oh, yeah, that.
Well Setesh was represented by an animal,|either fictitious or now extinct, .
.
most likely the former, since anthropologists haven't found|any fossils to point to a species like this.
Because the creature represents Setesh,|the helmets of the Setesh guard .
.
are the source of many jokes|among the Jaffa.
Jaffa jokes? Let's hear one of them! I shall attempt to translate one, O'Neill.
A serpent guard, a Horus guard and|a Setesh guard meet on a neutral planet.
It is a tense moment.
|The serpent guard's eyes glow.
The Horus guard's beak glistens.
The Setesh guard's nose drips.
OK! After Set was supposedly killed|in ancient Egypt with all his minions, .
.
a similar god showed up in Greece|called Typhon.
Similar back-stories.
|Another fictitious animal representation.
In a legend he killed 300 followers|and then disappeared from Greece.
At that point he seemed to have vanished|from history, until I found this.
A new cult arose in England|in the early 1800s, .
.
strangely enough|near the location of Stonehenge.
The cult had an enigmatic leader named|Seth.
And this is the important part.
Seth's worshippers were found dead,|having slit their own throats.
But Seth's body was never found.
- Liked to leave a lot of dead bodies.
|- Did you lose the scent there? I thought so, until I searched|the US government classified net .
.
in case the CIA had a record of|something, somewhere.
And guess what came up|on the ATF page.
"A cult whose leader is named Seth.
" Just north of Seattle.
The ATF are investigating him now|because they're so heavily armed.
This guy has about 50 followers|ready to die for him.
You mean to say|you actually found this guy? How do we know he's our Goa'uld? Deprogrammed ex-members of the cult|describe Seth as having magical powers.
They claim he's murdered|members in front of the others.
Here's the best part.
"Several independent reports state the|cult leader can make his own eyes glow.
" That's the place.
Main building's about|three quarters of a mile up that drive.
I hope you can shut these guys down.
I had a lot of parents come in my office -|they lost their kids to this nut.
I haven't got the manpower or the, uh|probable cause that you federal types do.
Well, we'll do what we can, Sheriff.
|Appreciate you lettin' us look around.
(two-way radio) Sheriff.
|We got a fight breaking out at Earl's.
Duty calls.
Now, uh you don't need me gettin'|in your way.
Gimme a call if you need me.
(O'Neill) Will do.
You people the FBl? No.
Who are you? Jason Levinson.
|I've been camping here the past month, .
.
hoping to catch a glimpse of my boy,|Tommy.
At least know he's still alive.
He's been in there nine months now.
You folks deprogrammers? You gotta be good.
The guy I hired|got shot in the leg trying to get in there.
So they've got some armed guards? A lot of them.
What's that damn small-town sheriff|do about it? Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
You're the father, aren't you?|Your boy's in there.
No, no.
You've got that wrong.
My son isn't in there.
Uh-huh.
How much would you tack on to|get my boy out the same time as his? You help us,|we might be able to help you.
I'm with you, sir.
That won't be necessary,|but any information you might have What your guy did, where he got caught You got it.
The fence is in the wide open,|and most of the property.
But I'll show you a brush cover,|if you wanna go in.
O'Neill.
We are being surveilled.
Yeah, I saw 'em.
|It's probably FBl.
Maybe ATF.
You guys are prepared.
I'm goin' with you.
I think it'd be safer for everyone|if you wait for us here.
AK-47s, .
.
a couple of Uzis Anyone think they observed the 1 5-day|waiting period for those weapons? Sir, their side arms.
I think it's safe|to say there's a Goa'uld there.
And it looks like a pair of .
50-cals.
Does the concept of overkill|mean anything to anybody? Let's fall back to the RV point.
Lower your weapons! I was wondering when you folks|were gonna show.
We got bets - I say FBl, they say ATF.
Special Agent James Hamner, ATF.
Damn! General.
Wanna tell me|what interest the Air Force has here? That would be classified.
This way, gentlemen.
|Are you guys Special Forces? (O'Neill) Also classified.
I was talking to your commanding officer.
He's right.
It's classified.
I have top-level clearance.
Oh, not top enough.
You have a rather insubordinate|subordinate, General.
Not to me.
Only to people such as|yourself.
Saves me the trouble.
Now maybe you could tell us|what you and your cohorts are planning.
This compound is owned by a cult run|by a guy by the name of Seth Fargough.
Recent intelligence confirms they have|a hoard of prohibited weaponry.
That's some mighty fine intelligence|you got there.
(Jacob) What do you plan to do? Negotiate,|try to get 'em to come out peacefully.
You have no idea|what you're dealing with.
And I suppose you do(?) - As a matter of fact|- Great! Then why don't you tell me? Uh, that would be classified, as well.
Fine! Well, I'll tell you what.
The United States Air Force|has not been invited to participate.
You're out of your jurisdiction.
|Leave, or I'll have you arrested.
This is a secure phone, isn't it?|Can we use it to place one call? Why not? Thank you.
Colonel? Jack, based on Seth's history, .
.
if these guys go in there guns blazing,|he's gonna kill everyone in there.
Jacob, can we assume|brainwashing is going on in there? It's probably Nish'ta.
It's a biological|compound that, once inhaled, .
.
infects all body tissue,|including your brain.
It tends to make your mind|extremely pliable.
- That's like what Hathor used.
|- It's stronger.
It's more encompassing.
I believe that is the substance|Apophis used on Rya'c.
- Can it be reversed?|- Nish'ta does have an Achilles heel.
Once its effects are reversed, it can't|re-infect the host.
They become immune.
OK, well, how do we reverse it? There's only one way:|an electrical shock.
Strong enough to kill the organism,|but weak enough not to kill the host.
That is why it worked|when I shot Rya'c with a zat'n'ktel.
Then we go in with zats.
Well, it's not going to be|very covert that way.
And, like I said, any kind of frontal attack|is gonna be a problem.
Daniel's right, sir.
With all the fire power he's got, we|wouldn't stand much of a chance anyway.
(rings) Hamner.
Yes, Mr President.
Yes, sir, I am the SRO.
Yes, sir, they are here, sir, but With respect, sir, the jurisdictional rules|are clear.
This is a civilian matter.
Are you sure you wanna do that, sir? Yes, Mr President.
Get Colonel O'Neill in here.
Something I can do for you? - What's going on?|- Didn't you say you know more than I do? Well, apparently not.
|I just got off the phone with the President.
Of the United States of America? Sweet.
How's he doin'? - He seems to have a thing for you.
|- Yeah, well you know.
In fact, I'm to issue you an emergency|"special agent" credential.
He's put you in charge of this operation.
Excellent! My first order of business:|Get me one of those cool jackets! Extra large.
Double-XL, if you got it.
Wanna tell me why the Air Force|cares so much about this cult? Wanna do me a favour?|On your way out, send my team in.
Your team.
It's an odd bunch of people, Colonel.
|Civilian scientists.
This Seth guy got some secret weapon|you don't want the world to know about? All right, listen.
Since you have clearance,|I'll throw you a bone.
Seth and his boys got|some top-secret technology .
.
that we would prefer not fall into|the public consciousness just yet.
- Comprehend?|- Yeah.
Good.
- Now, you've heard of classified.
|- You got it.
Thank you.
Did General Hammond|involve the President, sir? Oh yeah! He's put me in charge here|for the time being.
What do you suggest, O'Neill? Well, I'm thinkin' we need to get in there.
- OK, how?|- The floor is open.
I was thinking about that.
|If Seth's MO hasn't changed, .
.
we know certain things|from digs in Giza.
We do? Leaders built their compounds|with underground escape tunnels.
Correct.
|Apophis had them built into his facilities.
OK, so we should do a perimeter search|and look for those tunnel entrances.
That's a lot of territory.
We'll have Mr Hamner's men help us.
O'Neill! OK.
We've got a point of entry.
Now what? As soon as we get near anyone|on the inside, we could get shot.
Or worse, dosed with that organism,|and suddenly we're working for Seth.
It won't work on me or Teal'c.
But he'll sense you're Goa'ulds|as soon as you're within 50 feet.
With the arsenal he's got|we wouldn't even get close to him.
Which is why you're not going in.
Dad, you said an electrical shock,|like a zat gun, would snap us out of it.
Yeah.
Sir, I think I have an idea.
Gimme a test count.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi,|three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Carter? It'll work, sir, assuming Dad's right.
Dad? If the jolt is big enough.
But you'll have to let the Nish'ta|spread through all your tissues .
.
or it'll regain a stronghold.
Gimme a ten-count.
- Uh one, two, three, four|- That's good.
- You ready for yours, Captain?|- One second.
OK, Teal'c, push the button.
- Aagh!|- Hey! - OK?|- OK.
Wire me.
Daniel, you're certain|that if we get caught .
.
he'll turn us into zombies|rather than kill us? Well,|we're more valuable to him that way.
Why? How do you think he'll use us? Historically, he used women as a harem.
They catered to his every whim and|as a result they were well cared for.
- Super(!)|- And the men outside the main court .
.
were used as warriors and guards,|doing his bidding.
Dare I ask about the men inside|the compound? They were turned into eunuchs.
Eunuchs as in "snippety-doo-dah"? Sweet.
(clang) - (O'Neill) Daniel?|- What? Now what? Why are you asking me? Well, yyou knew there'd be tunnels, so Well, in the digs there were stairs|leading up to the main structure.
I hate it when that happens.
Hey! (distorted) Welcome! Who are you? Well, I'm Larry, this is Moe and,|of course, everyone's favourite, Curly.
Say goodbye to your impure military past.
We're always happy|to welcome new disciples .
.
to the bliss that only Seth can bestow.
(O'Neill coughs) So help me, if I wake up|and I'm singing soprano (woman) Welcome, disciple.
How are you feeling? - OK.
Pretty good.
|- Good.
Do you feel strong enough|to serve your god, Seth? Yes, of course.
This way.
They are awake.
- Shall I activate the devices?|- (distorted) No.
We must wait to be sure|the Nish'ta has permeated their tissues.
- How long?|- About an hour.
It's a smart virus.
If there's any|unaffected tissue in the body .
.
it will give the organism|a safe harbour in which to mutate.
- Then it will overtake your body again.
|- Excuse me.
Mind if I watch? I mean, my son's in there.
|I just wanna be involved.
I'm afraid I can't let you in here, sir.
|I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Figured.
- Grab a cup of coffee?|- Sure.
Go ahead.
Ow! Sorry.
Sorry.
It won't happen again.
I've just been kinda short-fused|since I found out about Tommy.
I understand.
I had to find out|from his college roommate cos, uh .
.
Tommy and me|hadn't been talking for six months.
I do not understand.
How could a father|not speak to his son for so long? Yeah, that's the funny thing about it:|I don't even remember why.
Obviously something pretty stupid|in the scheme of things.
I'll get out of your hair.
Do human parents not love|their children unconditionally? Sometimes things get complicated.
Many things are complicated,|General Carter.
In Jaffa society,|loving one's children is not one of them.
In human society, sometimes it is.
With these weapons I have provided .
.
we will defend against any incursion|by the impure forces outside our gate.
Let no other gods|draw you away from Seth! Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
|Seth is almighty.
Again.
Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
|Seth is almighty.
- Again!|- Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
Seth is almighty.
You were once blended.
Were you not?! Blended? No entry marks.
But still .
.
l sense a trace.
Bring me those who came with her! General Carter, there is a problem.
- What?|- It's nothing we can't handle.
- He made your people, didn't he?|- We don't know yet.
Who sent you? The System Lords? The Tok'ra? I am your god! You will tell me what I want to know! Who does your military work for?|The System Lords or the Tok'ra? I have a vague recollection|of what you're talking about.
The Tok'ra.
Is it not time enough? (distorted) No choice.
Do it now! (electricity crackles) We work for a deprogrammer who hired|us to come remove one of your disciples.
But now we are enjoying|the bliss that is Seth.
How is it possible|that you enjoy the bliss, .
.
when you are able to lie to Seth? My Lord, the impure forces|that you have prophesied .
.
are surrounding the compound.
You will pay eternally|for bringing this down upon us.
Take them and kill them.
Go! A quick question about old Seth.
- What happened?|- It's OK.
We're here to help you.
We must distribute them|all over the compound.
We cannot allow the impure|access to all we have built up here.
Um Daniel.
Tom.
- Levinson?|- Yeah.
Uh, I'm really confused.
Who are you? We're friends of your father.
- Where are the zats?|- Zats? These.
- Can you activate those transport rings?|- I think so.
Tom, I need you to start transporting|people outta here.
Can you handle that? I I guess.
Good.
I have to prepare for the worst.
|If I don't act, it's on me if they get killed.
It won't be on you.
It'll be on me.
It will reside on me also.
Go! Carter! Go with 'em.
|Make sure they get outta here.
OK, I think I've been very patient.
Let's get all the medical teams up here|stat! Get some blankets and shoes! C'mon, you guys, get in here! OK! C'mon, let's go! This way! C'mon! (Seth) How dare you challenge|the power that is Seth? (roars) (beeps) (beeping) - Bomb?|- Bomb.
Tommy? Tommy.
General Carter! Our friends|have been neutralised.
I must go in.
- Selmak would be of help.
|- Who's Selmak? It's a long story.
(O'Neill) This way! Teal'c! Cover the other ends.
|Make sure he doesn't get out another way.
Dad? Where are you going? Setesh used the hand device|on O'Neill and Daniel.
Are you OK? I'm fine.
Carter! He's down here! (distorted) Setesh! Tok'ra kree chok! - Dad!|- Your father will survive.
- Stop Seth.
|- How? I can't control this.
You have the will within you.
|You must summon it.
Hey! You killed him.
Hail Dorothy.
|- Jacob.
Colonel O'Neill Teal'c Daniel.
Sam.
- How are you doing, kid?|- OK, Dad.
So, you guys are the talk|of the Tok'ra water cooler.
- For what?|- Kicking some major Hathor behind.
Yes, we do take pride in good work.
|But that's not why you're here? No.
We need your help.
You need our help? With what? Let's just call it a Goa'uld hunt.
(high-pitched whirring) (beeps) - (Daniel) It's fascinating.
|- (Sam) No kidding! A projected hologram with no|silver-halide-coated plates, no I was talking about|what's being projected.
It's like a family tree|of the ancient Egyptian gods.
Actually, of the Goa'uld System Lords.
(Daniel) Ra, Apophis, Hathor, Heru-Ur The symbol of Setesh is oscillating.
That is the symbol for Setesh.
- Have you met him, too?|- I have met descendants of his Jaffa.
All right.
Who's this Setesh fella? Otherwise known as Setekh|Set, Seti, Seth.
Ancient Egyptian god of chaos.
|Embodies hostility and outright evil.
Why haven't we heard of him before? We haven't met all the System Lords.
|There's probably thousands more, right? Only dozens of System Lords.
|Thousands of Goa'ulds in general.
- What makes you think we met this one?|- The Tok'ra have taken a Goa'uld census.
Where the System Lords are positioned,|what domain they rule, .
.
who serves under them,|that sort of thing.
But there's one Goa'uld|we've lost track of.
Seth? A record of him ends when the Earth's|gate was buried in ancient Egypt.
Are you saying he never left? That's our theory.
We think he still might|be here, hiding among Earth's people.
We'll be cuttin' to the chase on this one.
You want us to find this snake-head|who, if he's here, .
.
would be hiding|in one of six billion people on Earth? Yes.
- How do you know he's alive?|- If he has a sarcophagus.
Or if he changes hosts|every 400 years or so.
But why wouldn't he have tried|to get at the Stargate .
.
between when it was buried and now? Or why wouldn't he try|to take over the Earth like Ra? Seth had a price on his head -|he tried to overthrow Ra.
Now the System Lords wanted him dead,|as did the Tok'ra.
We believe if he's still here|it's because he's using Earth as a hideout.
He wishes to hide among you.
Kinda gives "needle in a haystack"|a whole new meaning.
Well I know it's a long shot.
Not necessarily.
|Remember, Setesh is a Goa'uld.
- Yeah.
|- As a Goa'uld he thirsts for power.
They have a common MO|for getting that power.
False religion.
Which shrinks the proverbial haystack|considerably.
Let me see if I can track him through|archaeological and historical record.
Do it.
Dad, you don't really think we have|a chance of finding this Goa'uld, do you? - It's the mission Garshaw assigned me.
|- You didn't request it? - Dad?|- (laughs) Why would I request it? C'mon! Would it be so awful|to admit that you just wanted to see me? Of course not - you're right.
That's why I requested it.
OK, so that's obviously not the reason.
What's going on? (distorted) I requested the assignment.
- Selmak!|- Nice to see you again, Captain Carter.
Likewise.
|So, let me ask you the same question.
Your father has an unresolved issue|on your planet, and it irritates me.
Mark.
Yes.
Your father's a proud man.
He refuses to seek out your brother|and mend the relationship.
Yeah.
Well, Mark hasn't exactly|rushed into my father's arms either.
Even when we thought|Dad was gonna die.
It hurt your father deeply when his son|didn't come to him on his deathbed.
(undistorted) Why "hurt"? As far as I was concerned the kid wasn't|my son any more.
It didn't hurt a bit.
Dad I have a number for Mark in San Diego.
So? I just thought you might wanna know.
- When was the last time you saw him?|- Not since his kids were born.
He paints me with the same brush|as he does you.
Well, Selmak's pushing me|to go mend some fences.
I guess Selmak is as wise as they say.
|I'll go with you.
When? I didn't say I'd go.
|I just said Selmak's pushing it.
So, what's the bad news? - On the contrary, we have good news.
|- (Sam) You do? I did a time-line Boolean search for|religion, cult, Set, Setesh, Setekh, Seth Yadda Here's what I found.
There's been a cult of Setesh in one form|or another since around 1000 BC.
- What is that?|- Oh, yeah, that.
Well Setesh was represented by an animal,|either fictitious or now extinct, .
.
most likely the former, since anthropologists haven't found|any fossils to point to a species like this.
Because the creature represents Setesh,|the helmets of the Setesh guard .
.
are the source of many jokes|among the Jaffa.
Jaffa jokes? Let's hear one of them! I shall attempt to translate one, O'Neill.
A serpent guard, a Horus guard and|a Setesh guard meet on a neutral planet.
It is a tense moment.
|The serpent guard's eyes glow.
The Horus guard's beak glistens.
The Setesh guard's nose drips.
OK! After Set was supposedly killed|in ancient Egypt with all his minions, .
.
a similar god showed up in Greece|called Typhon.
Similar back-stories.
|Another fictitious animal representation.
In a legend he killed 300 followers|and then disappeared from Greece.
At that point he seemed to have vanished|from history, until I found this.
A new cult arose in England|in the early 1800s, .
.
strangely enough|near the location of Stonehenge.
The cult had an enigmatic leader named|Seth.
And this is the important part.
Seth's worshippers were found dead,|having slit their own throats.
But Seth's body was never found.
- Liked to leave a lot of dead bodies.
|- Did you lose the scent there? I thought so, until I searched|the US government classified net .
.
in case the CIA had a record of|something, somewhere.
And guess what came up|on the ATF page.
"A cult whose leader is named Seth.
" Just north of Seattle.
The ATF are investigating him now|because they're so heavily armed.
This guy has about 50 followers|ready to die for him.
You mean to say|you actually found this guy? How do we know he's our Goa'uld? Deprogrammed ex-members of the cult|describe Seth as having magical powers.
They claim he's murdered|members in front of the others.
Here's the best part.
"Several independent reports state the|cult leader can make his own eyes glow.
" That's the place.
Main building's about|three quarters of a mile up that drive.
I hope you can shut these guys down.
I had a lot of parents come in my office -|they lost their kids to this nut.
I haven't got the manpower or the, uh|probable cause that you federal types do.
Well, we'll do what we can, Sheriff.
|Appreciate you lettin' us look around.
(two-way radio) Sheriff.
|We got a fight breaking out at Earl's.
Duty calls.
Now, uh you don't need me gettin'|in your way.
Gimme a call if you need me.
(O'Neill) Will do.
You people the FBl? No.
Who are you? Jason Levinson.
|I've been camping here the past month, .
.
hoping to catch a glimpse of my boy,|Tommy.
At least know he's still alive.
He's been in there nine months now.
You folks deprogrammers? You gotta be good.
The guy I hired|got shot in the leg trying to get in there.
So they've got some armed guards? A lot of them.
What's that damn small-town sheriff|do about it? Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
You're the father, aren't you?|Your boy's in there.
No, no.
You've got that wrong.
My son isn't in there.
Uh-huh.
How much would you tack on to|get my boy out the same time as his? You help us,|we might be able to help you.
I'm with you, sir.
That won't be necessary,|but any information you might have What your guy did, where he got caught You got it.
The fence is in the wide open,|and most of the property.
But I'll show you a brush cover,|if you wanna go in.
O'Neill.
We are being surveilled.
Yeah, I saw 'em.
|It's probably FBl.
Maybe ATF.
You guys are prepared.
I'm goin' with you.
I think it'd be safer for everyone|if you wait for us here.
AK-47s, .
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a couple of Uzis Anyone think they observed the 1 5-day|waiting period for those weapons? Sir, their side arms.
I think it's safe|to say there's a Goa'uld there.
And it looks like a pair of .
50-cals.
Does the concept of overkill|mean anything to anybody? Let's fall back to the RV point.
Lower your weapons! I was wondering when you folks|were gonna show.
We got bets - I say FBl, they say ATF.
Special Agent James Hamner, ATF.
Damn! General.
Wanna tell me|what interest the Air Force has here? That would be classified.
This way, gentlemen.
|Are you guys Special Forces? (O'Neill) Also classified.
I was talking to your commanding officer.
He's right.
It's classified.
I have top-level clearance.
Oh, not top enough.
You have a rather insubordinate|subordinate, General.
Not to me.
Only to people such as|yourself.
Saves me the trouble.
Now maybe you could tell us|what you and your cohorts are planning.
This compound is owned by a cult run|by a guy by the name of Seth Fargough.
Recent intelligence confirms they have|a hoard of prohibited weaponry.
That's some mighty fine intelligence|you got there.
(Jacob) What do you plan to do? Negotiate,|try to get 'em to come out peacefully.
You have no idea|what you're dealing with.
And I suppose you do(?) - As a matter of fact|- Great! Then why don't you tell me? Uh, that would be classified, as well.
Fine! Well, I'll tell you what.
The United States Air Force|has not been invited to participate.
You're out of your jurisdiction.
|Leave, or I'll have you arrested.
This is a secure phone, isn't it?|Can we use it to place one call? Why not? Thank you.
Colonel? Jack, based on Seth's history, .
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if these guys go in there guns blazing,|he's gonna kill everyone in there.
Jacob, can we assume|brainwashing is going on in there? It's probably Nish'ta.
It's a biological|compound that, once inhaled, .
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infects all body tissue,|including your brain.
It tends to make your mind|extremely pliable.
- That's like what Hathor used.
|- It's stronger.
It's more encompassing.
I believe that is the substance|Apophis used on Rya'c.
- Can it be reversed?|- Nish'ta does have an Achilles heel.
Once its effects are reversed, it can't|re-infect the host.
They become immune.
OK, well, how do we reverse it? There's only one way:|an electrical shock.
Strong enough to kill the organism,|but weak enough not to kill the host.
That is why it worked|when I shot Rya'c with a zat'n'ktel.
Then we go in with zats.
Well, it's not going to be|very covert that way.
And, like I said, any kind of frontal attack|is gonna be a problem.
Daniel's right, sir.
With all the fire power he's got, we|wouldn't stand much of a chance anyway.
(rings) Hamner.
Yes, Mr President.
Yes, sir, I am the SRO.
Yes, sir, they are here, sir, but With respect, sir, the jurisdictional rules|are clear.
This is a civilian matter.
Are you sure you wanna do that, sir? Yes, Mr President.
Get Colonel O'Neill in here.
Something I can do for you? - What's going on?|- Didn't you say you know more than I do? Well, apparently not.
|I just got off the phone with the President.
Of the United States of America? Sweet.
How's he doin'? - He seems to have a thing for you.
|- Yeah, well you know.
In fact, I'm to issue you an emergency|"special agent" credential.
He's put you in charge of this operation.
Excellent! My first order of business:|Get me one of those cool jackets! Extra large.
Double-XL, if you got it.
Wanna tell me why the Air Force|cares so much about this cult? Wanna do me a favour?|On your way out, send my team in.
Your team.
It's an odd bunch of people, Colonel.
|Civilian scientists.
This Seth guy got some secret weapon|you don't want the world to know about? All right, listen.
Since you have clearance,|I'll throw you a bone.
Seth and his boys got|some top-secret technology .
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that we would prefer not fall into|the public consciousness just yet.
- Comprehend?|- Yeah.
Good.
- Now, you've heard of classified.
|- You got it.
Thank you.
Did General Hammond|involve the President, sir? Oh yeah! He's put me in charge here|for the time being.
What do you suggest, O'Neill? Well, I'm thinkin' we need to get in there.
- OK, how?|- The floor is open.
I was thinking about that.
|If Seth's MO hasn't changed, .
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we know certain things|from digs in Giza.
We do? Leaders built their compounds|with underground escape tunnels.
Correct.
|Apophis had them built into his facilities.
OK, so we should do a perimeter search|and look for those tunnel entrances.
That's a lot of territory.
We'll have Mr Hamner's men help us.
O'Neill! OK.
We've got a point of entry.
Now what? As soon as we get near anyone|on the inside, we could get shot.
Or worse, dosed with that organism,|and suddenly we're working for Seth.
It won't work on me or Teal'c.
But he'll sense you're Goa'ulds|as soon as you're within 50 feet.
With the arsenal he's got|we wouldn't even get close to him.
Which is why you're not going in.
Dad, you said an electrical shock,|like a zat gun, would snap us out of it.
Yeah.
Sir, I think I have an idea.
Gimme a test count.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi,|three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Carter? It'll work, sir, assuming Dad's right.
Dad? If the jolt is big enough.
But you'll have to let the Nish'ta|spread through all your tissues .
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or it'll regain a stronghold.
Gimme a ten-count.
- Uh one, two, three, four|- That's good.
- You ready for yours, Captain?|- One second.
OK, Teal'c, push the button.
- Aagh!|- Hey! - OK?|- OK.
Wire me.
Daniel, you're certain|that if we get caught .
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he'll turn us into zombies|rather than kill us? Well,|we're more valuable to him that way.
Why? How do you think he'll use us? Historically, he used women as a harem.
They catered to his every whim and|as a result they were well cared for.
- Super(!)|- And the men outside the main court .
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were used as warriors and guards,|doing his bidding.
Dare I ask about the men inside|the compound? They were turned into eunuchs.
Eunuchs as in "snippety-doo-dah"? Sweet.
(clang) - (O'Neill) Daniel?|- What? Now what? Why are you asking me? Well, yyou knew there'd be tunnels, so Well, in the digs there were stairs|leading up to the main structure.
I hate it when that happens.
Hey! (distorted) Welcome! Who are you? Well, I'm Larry, this is Moe and,|of course, everyone's favourite, Curly.
Say goodbye to your impure military past.
We're always happy|to welcome new disciples .
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to the bliss that only Seth can bestow.
(O'Neill coughs) So help me, if I wake up|and I'm singing soprano (woman) Welcome, disciple.
How are you feeling? - OK.
Pretty good.
|- Good.
Do you feel strong enough|to serve your god, Seth? Yes, of course.
This way.
They are awake.
- Shall I activate the devices?|- (distorted) No.
We must wait to be sure|the Nish'ta has permeated their tissues.
- How long?|- About an hour.
It's a smart virus.
If there's any|unaffected tissue in the body .
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it will give the organism|a safe harbour in which to mutate.
- Then it will overtake your body again.
|- Excuse me.
Mind if I watch? I mean, my son's in there.
|I just wanna be involved.
I'm afraid I can't let you in here, sir.
|I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Figured.
- Grab a cup of coffee?|- Sure.
Go ahead.
Ow! Sorry.
Sorry.
It won't happen again.
I've just been kinda short-fused|since I found out about Tommy.
I understand.
I had to find out|from his college roommate cos, uh .
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Tommy and me|hadn't been talking for six months.
I do not understand.
How could a father|not speak to his son for so long? Yeah, that's the funny thing about it:|I don't even remember why.
Obviously something pretty stupid|in the scheme of things.
I'll get out of your hair.
Do human parents not love|their children unconditionally? Sometimes things get complicated.
Many things are complicated,|General Carter.
In Jaffa society,|loving one's children is not one of them.
In human society, sometimes it is.
With these weapons I have provided .
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we will defend against any incursion|by the impure forces outside our gate.
Let no other gods|draw you away from Seth! Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
|Seth is almighty.
Again.
Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
|Seth is almighty.
- Again!|- Seth is life.
Seth is happiness.
Seth is almighty.
You were once blended.
Were you not?! Blended? No entry marks.
But still .
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l sense a trace.
Bring me those who came with her! General Carter, there is a problem.
- What?|- It's nothing we can't handle.
- He made your people, didn't he?|- We don't know yet.
Who sent you? The System Lords? The Tok'ra? I am your god! You will tell me what I want to know! Who does your military work for?|The System Lords or the Tok'ra? I have a vague recollection|of what you're talking about.
The Tok'ra.
Is it not time enough? (distorted) No choice.
Do it now! (electricity crackles) We work for a deprogrammer who hired|us to come remove one of your disciples.
But now we are enjoying|the bliss that is Seth.
How is it possible|that you enjoy the bliss, .
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when you are able to lie to Seth? My Lord, the impure forces|that you have prophesied .
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are surrounding the compound.
You will pay eternally|for bringing this down upon us.
Take them and kill them.
Go! A quick question about old Seth.
- What happened?|- It's OK.
We're here to help you.
We must distribute them|all over the compound.
We cannot allow the impure|access to all we have built up here.
Um Daniel.
Tom.
- Levinson?|- Yeah.
Uh, I'm really confused.
Who are you? We're friends of your father.
- Where are the zats?|- Zats? These.
- Can you activate those transport rings?|- I think so.
Tom, I need you to start transporting|people outta here.
Can you handle that? I I guess.
Good.
I have to prepare for the worst.
|If I don't act, it's on me if they get killed.
It won't be on you.
It'll be on me.
It will reside on me also.
Go! Carter! Go with 'em.
|Make sure they get outta here.
OK, I think I've been very patient.
Let's get all the medical teams up here|stat! Get some blankets and shoes! C'mon, you guys, get in here! OK! C'mon, let's go! This way! C'mon! (Seth) How dare you challenge|the power that is Seth? (roars) (beeps) (beeping) - Bomb?|- Bomb.
Tommy? Tommy.
General Carter! Our friends|have been neutralised.
I must go in.
- Selmak would be of help.
|- Who's Selmak? It's a long story.
(O'Neill) This way! Teal'c! Cover the other ends.
|Make sure he doesn't get out another way.
Dad? Where are you going? Setesh used the hand device|on O'Neill and Daniel.
Are you OK? I'm fine.
Carter! He's down here! (distorted) Setesh! Tok'ra kree chok! - Dad!|- Your father will survive.
- Stop Seth.
|- How? I can't control this.
You have the will within you.
|You must summon it.
Hey! You killed him.
Hail Dorothy.