Stargate SG-1 s04e11 Episode Script

Does anyone know|what this meeting's about? No.
I hope it's important.
I was translating|the cuneiform tablet we found on P30-255.
I have to finish recalibrating|MALP sensors .
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for long-term reconnaissance|on P5X-3D7.
I was unable to complete my kelno'reem.
I was just about to do|something important.
All right, people.
As you were.
We have ourselves a situation.
Early this morning|at approximately 0400 hours .
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the base switchboard|received the following call.
(man) Hello.
This is a message|for Colonel Jack O'Neill .
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and anyone else who's listening in.
I know this call is being monitored,|but don't bother to set up a trace.
I'm at a phone booth in Butte,|Montana.
I'll be long gone .
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before yourBlack Ops teams can get|here.
You're not dealing with an amateur.
I know all about Roswell|and the Kennedy cover-ups, and the (fast-forward) He goes on like that for a while.
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and the CIA-sanctioned|microwave harassment, and the Quite a while.
(fast-forward) .
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and the lizardpeople, .
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but the point is none ofthese|compare to your little secret, Colonel.
I'm talking about a large circular|object, discovered in Egypt, .
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currently residing in a missile silo|under Cheyenne Mountain.
I believe you call it the Stargate.
And now that I've got|yourattention, I want to meet.
Tomorrow, 11am, at the new|Cloverleafrestaurant in Billings.
And, Colonel - come alone.
Interesting.
It would appear security|has been breached.
I wanna know who this man is.
I wanna|know how he got his information, .
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and I want to know|who he's been talking to.
You leave in half an hour.
Colonel O'Neill? - Yeah.
|- Sorry I'm late.
I think I was followed.
- You sure?|- Yeah.
But don't worry.
- I managed to lose 'em.
|- Very professional.
- What's your name?|- You can call me Martin.
OK, Martin.
What's this about? If you don't mind, before we get started Just like to check you for transmitters.
OK.
You're clean.
You understand a man in my position|has to take precautions.
Yeah.
You never know who's listening.
Exactly.
I don't know about you,|but I always feel like I'm being watched.
Come on, Martin, let's get to it.
|What's goin' on? - You know as well as I do, Colonel.
|- I don't.
OK, here we go.
If he's got a driver's|licence we should be able to find him.
I've never been on a stakeout.
Shouldn't|we have doughnuts or something? A top-secret government programme .
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involving instantaneous travel|to other solar systems .
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by means of a device|known as a Stargate.
Sounds like a good idea for a TV show.
|If you're into that sort of thing.
Colonel, let's not play games.
If it isn't|true, why would you come all this way? OK.
The truth.
There is a top-secret government|programme called Project Stargate.
- I knew it!|- But it's nothing to do with space travel.
What does it have to do with? Magnets.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?|- I've already said too much.
- You're not taking this seriously.
|- No, I'm not.
- I need help.
|- Why? What seems to be I have to go through the Stargate.
- Marty, I don't|- No.
I mean it.
I've come to realise|that I don't belong here.
For the longest time I was obsessed|with all those alien conspiracies.
Crop circles, cow mutilations,|the Apollo cover-up I thought the lunar landings were a hoax.
No! That was a story|created by the government .
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to direct attention from the real cover-up.
|Everybody knows that.
Anyway, one day I'm on line|and I find this conspiracy chat room, .
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and they're talking about|something called the Stargate.
Most of it was disinformation,|but the word "Stargate" stuck in my head.
It triggered what I later realised|was a suppressed memory.
You see, Colonel O'Neill, the truth is,|I'm not just interested in outer space I'm from outer space.
Check.
(Carter) We got something.
That's him.
Martin Lloyd.
Brown hair, hazel eyes.
He has a criminal record.
He was arrested|for protesting outside a TV station.
He claimed subliminal advertising|was controlling his thoughts.
- Do you have an address?|- Oh, yeah.
I could get the prescription|of his glasses if I wanted.
- You still don't believe me? I'm an alien.
|- You look pretty human to me.
No.
What I believe is that thousands of|years ago people were taken from Earth.
Maybe as part of some experiment,|maybe as slaves Who knows? But the point is there are|entire civilisations up there .
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descended from those original humans.
- Now that's just crazy talk.
|- You want proof? I can give you proof.
|I can show you my ship.
Look, Marty, I'm a busy man .
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and you don't strike me as any|great threat to national security But, as you know,|it never hurts to be thorough.
So .
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show me.
It's just over the next ridge.
The ship's mostly buried,|but I know exactly where it is.
Marty, what makes you think|you can trust me with all this? I can't explain it, Colonel.
|I just have a gut feeling.
Like we have something in common.
Well, that's very flattering.
|But I'm not an alien.
Oh, I know that.
It's somethin' else.
Here.
Up here.
- This is it.
|- Nice place.
Hello? Oh, boy.
Something tells me we don't|need to worry about this guy.
Except for the fact that he happens|to be very close to the truth.
He looks familiar.
(toy gun noises) It would appear this weapon is ineffective.
Oh, hello.
Sam, you're gonna wanna|take a look at this.
Whoa.
That's quite a collection.
Tranquillisers, antidepressants,|antipsychotics Looks like he was being treated|for a number of psychiatric problems.
Yeah.
Why doesn't that surprise me? Marty, we've been walkin'|around for half an hour.
I don't understand it.
The clearing where I|landed should be round here somewhere.
How do you lose a spaceship? Well, my memory isn't so good.
|Sometimes I get a little confused.
- I think it might be the medication.
|- Well, there you go.
Listen.
I'm goin' back to the car.
No, wait! You can't.
Please.
|It's around here, I know it is.
Marty, listen! There is no spaceship.
|You're not an alien.
- You don't understand!|- I get that a lot.
Come on.
I'll drive you back to town.
- Find anything?|- Oh, yeah.
It's a diary.
Take a look at this.
"April 12th.
Someone's been going|through my garbage.
Suspect CIA.
" "May 2nd.
Comb missing.
Suspect CIA|stole it to acquire genetic identification.
" "June 26th.
Comb found behind dresser.
|Disposed of it in case of tampering.
" "Bought new comb,|39 cents at Shop-More.
" I'm telling you, this is a complete waste of|time.
This guy's got paranoid delusions.
What've we got? Activity in the house.
Looks like Martin's got visitors.
That's not all.
See the big guy? Watch|what happens when I go to thermal scan.
Definitely not human.
- Come in.
|- Sir I have the results of the tests done on|the medication from Martin's house.
- That was fast.
|- Preliminary analysis done in Montana.
- There are some anomalies.
|- Meaning? Several unidentifiable|chemicals were present.
I believe that the drugs|may have been tampered with.
- For what purpose?|- I can't say.
For all we know, the medication|may be the cause of his delusions.
- I'll mention that to Colonel O'Neill.
|- The psychiatrist's name is on the label.
Your phone call piqued my curiosity.
I don't often get requests for information|from the military.
Well, this concerns a particular|patient of yours.
Martin Lloyd? I see.
Of course you understand|that doctor-patient privilege .
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prohibits me from discussing clients.
This is a matter of national|security, Dr Tanner.
That privilege doesn't exist in this case.
National security, involving Martin?|I find that hard to believe.
Why do you say that? Let's put it this way.
People like|Martin sometimes compensate .
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for feelings of insignificance|by creating elaborate fantasies .
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in which they are the centre|and focus of all attention.
Though usually harmless, they often try|and draw others into their delusions.
That's what's happened here.
(rumbling) (man hums) (clunk) (rumbling dies down) - (knock at door)|- Colonel O'Neill? Colonel O'Neill, are you in there? - Martin?|- Please, I have to see you.
So good you're here.
|You have no idea what's - Who's he?|- Uh, my friend.
Murray.
- You trust him?|- Oh, yeah.
- I guess it's OK for me, then.
|- Good.
Glad you're comfortable.
Don't you wanna know how I found you? Uh OK.
I noticed in your car there was a map|from the Sleep-Rite motel chain.
- I checked every one in town.
|- There's two.
I'm surprised a man in your position|wouldn't do more to maintain your cover.
Marty, I'm not undercover.
You think I'm makin' this all up.
|Look at this.
- Yes It all makes sense now(!)|- I leaned it against the inside of my door.
When I got home it was on the ground,|meaning someone was there.
If you prop it up against the inside|of the door, how do you get out? Through the window.
Think I'm|so stupid I go out my own front door? - So you leave the window unlocked?|- Yeah.
But I put a hair on the windowsill.
- Now if that's gone when I get back|- Marty The point is someone was there!|They're after me.
You have to help me.
Please.
|I'm running out of time.
- What do you want?|- I wanna go home.
You have to take me through the Stargate.
Martin may be delusional, but there are|still some unanswered questions here.
- Such as?|- Well, he's taking a lot of medication.
- No more than necessary.
|- Doxepin, haloperidol, - .
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perphenazine, lithium, Valium|- Major, please.
I don't have time to discuss|the benefits of psychopharmacology.
This interview is over.
Dr Tanner, we obtained samples of|Martin's medication and ran an analysis.
Apparently the drugs have been laced|with indeterminate chemicals.
- That's absurd.
It must be some mistake.
|- The tests were very thorough.
I just write the prescriptions.
|I don't make the drugs.
We're not accusing you of anything.
|We're just looking for answers.
You realise this investigation|will only fuel Martin's paranoia.
We don't have a choice.
And we are gonna get to the bottom|of this with or without your help.
I don't know what else I can tell you.
Does he have any friends or relatives|we can contact? Anyone else? This is his work address.
It's the best I can do.
I knew it would come to this.
|They're gonna do tests on me, .
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then dissect me like one of those|demented school biology experiments! - Marty, take it easy.
|- I wanna go home.
Sit! You gotta relax.
Nobody's gonna|do anything to you, I promise.
Now if, and I stress the word if,|there is such a thing, .
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what makes you think your way home|is through this Stargate? I I don't know.
I, uh|I get these ideas.
Flashes.
It's a little confusing, actually.
I don't|even know for sure why I wanna go.
It's just a feeling.
|Like I'm somebodythere.
Like there's something|important for me to do there, .
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more important than anything I do here.
Can I have a glass of water? Yeah.
Let me see those.
You should go easy on this.
- But|- Just for a while.
Trust me.
- What about the symbols?|- What symbols? It's one of the things I see in the flashes.
|There's seven of them.
I wrote them down.
Hello? - This is the place?|- Yeah.
This is the address he gave us.
It, uh It doesn't really look like anybody's|place of work.
There's no one here.
Except for the guys with guns.
Just cos I'm from another planet|I don't have rights? Doesn't the Geneva Convention|cover extraterrestrials? I have to remember|to go on line and look that up.
Carter's not answering her phone.
- Should they not have contacted us?|- Yep.
You know, I think it would be a good idea|if I took some of my medication now.
- I don't think so.
|- If I go too long without it, .
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l tend to get a little nervous.
No, really.
Marty, sit down.
Let's talk about these symbols.
- They mean somethin', don't they?|- I need you to think very carefully.
- Where did you see them?|- I told you, I have these visions.
I don't know where they come from.
Maybe it has somethin'|to do with my implant.
- Excuse me?|- They put an implant in my head.
I always thought|they were sending me signals.
To whom are you referring? You know: them.
The secret government.
The New World Order.
|Black helicopters, underground bases - Don't you read the papers?|- Marty, for God's sake! My neurologist didn't believe me either.
But that's only because the implant is so|small it can't be read on a normal X-ray.
All right, this is goin' nowhere.
I'm gonna go look for Carter and Daniel.
|Keep an eye on him.
Hey Where you goin'? Murray OK, let's keep this simple.
- Who are you?|- Who are you? The guys with the guns, which|means you answer ourquestions.
So once again, who are you? I'm Dr Daniel Jackson.
|This is Major Samantha Carter.
- We're with the air force.
|- What are you doing here? Classified.
- What do you know about Martin Lloyd?|- Never heard of him.
You were conducting|an illegal search in his house.
No, we weren't.
So who are you guys really? CIA? NID? What do you know about Martin Lloyd? - Can I come out yet?|- No.
Psychiatrist's office was completely|empty, like no one had ever been there.
- So what now, O'Neill?|- I got some people on it.
- Where's Marty?|- He was insistent on having medication.
(knock) Uh, Murray? Listen, I'm really sorry I tried to bite you,|and I realise it's totally out of line, .
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but I was wondering if maybe|I could come out now? Or I could just stay in here.
|That's good too.
It's just I'm gettin' a little dizzy.
I don't get it.
How does a nut job like that|get a set of gate coordinates? (thud) Marty? Martin! You all right? Oh, crap! Marty! Marty! Come on, Marty! In hindsight, perhaps we should have|given him his medication, O'Neill.
Colonel I remember where my ship is.
We know you were in Martin's house|because we have you on video.
What can you tell us about him? - He's an associate.
|- We know that.
- We also know he's not from round here.
|- Not from Montana? I think you know what I mean.
We should've turned left at the bottom|of the ravine instead of turning right.
Do you now believe Martin|about his spaceship? No.
But he's the closest thing we've got|to a lead on Carter and Daniel.
After you, Murray.
This is it! I told you! This is the clearing.
The ship is around here somewhere,|but remember, it's mostly buried, .
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so keep your eyes open|and watch your step.
This is it! I knew it was here.
|I knew it! I'm not crazy.
The material the object is made from|is definitely not terrestrial.
We used sonar to get|the general size and shape.
And I've enhanced the image by|extrapolating from the exposed portion.
It should look something like this.
|It's approximately 16 feet by 10 feet.
That's not right.
It's too small.
That can't be my ship.
- There's another ship out there?|- Could it be an escape pod? That's it! There must've been|some kind of malfunction.
We abandoned the ship|and came down in the pod! We? There's more of you? - How many more?|- I'm not sure.
It can't be too many, sir.
From the size of|that thing, I'd say four, maybe five max.
All this time I thought the governmentwas|watching me.
What if it was the others? What would these others want? I don't know.
Maybe they're afraid.
|They don't want to be exposed.
If that is the case, these others|may indeed be responsible .
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for the disappearance|of Daniel Jackson and Major Carter.
So you're telling me this man|is an ordinary technical sergeant? - I wouldn't say ordinary.
|- He's very good at what he does.
What's his area of expertise? Speech writer.
What about this? That's very good.
|Did you draw that yourself? - What is it?|- That's a duck, isn't it? We'll just wait here.
Our home world was under attack.
|We were sent out to find allies, .
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but when we got here we realised|you weren't advanced enough to help us.
Well, we have our moments.
The enemy was too powerful.
|They wanted to make us slaves.
They wanted us|to worship them like gods.
- The Goa'uld.
|- Yes.
That's it! Show him.
The enemy of which you speak|enslaved my people, .
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murdered my father, and banished|my wife and child from our people.
I am branded with the symbol|of this false god.
Murray! Colonel? We've completed the radiation|sweep.
We're ready to open the hatch.
- All right, let's do it.
|- Wait, wait! You can't.
The pod has remote sensors.
If you penetrate the hull,|they're gonna know about it.
Perhaps this can be used|to our advantage, O'Neill.
I don't get this.
These guys|know what a symbiote is, .
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but if they were really NID they'd know|that Teal'c isn't a security threat.
I don't know.
That's why I hate|workin' for the government.
Every department has its own agenda,|its own little secrets.
Very true, Dr Jackson.
Oh, yeah.
Yup.
|Didn't see that one coming(!) I understand your|reluctance to cooperate.
In situations like this, information|is on a need-to-know basis.
The fact of the matter is,|we're running out of time.
I'm running out of patience.
And I really need to know.
You're not a real doctor, are you? (beeping) Looks like the experiment's|been discovered.
What do we do? Get the van.
- We're going for a ride?|- Not exactly.
This is not a good idea.
|Did I mention this is not a good idea? I don't exactly appreciate|being used as bait.
Hang in there, Marty.
|And stop talking into your lapel.
Oh, it's easy for you guys,|all nice and cosy back in your van, .
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eating your crullers and your bear claws.
I'm the one standing out here risking my We got company.
I must say, Martin,|this is very disappointing.
Stopped yourmedication, didn't you? I'm not crazy, and you're not|a psychiatrist.
You see this? This is what brought us here.
|I know it.
I remember now.
Martin, you've really made|a mess of things this time.
Nice van.
What do you call that colour?|Kind of a greyish-green? Just get in.
All right, they're movin'.
- So you gonna drug me again?|- Well, obviously that didn't work.
I'm afraid we're gonna have|to take more drastic measures.
You're not gonna kill me.
You know how manypeople|know about this now? What about Major Carterand DrJackson?|You gonna kill all ofus? We're gonna do what we have to do.
This isn't right.
I know you - all of you.
|We were on the ship together.
We're soldiers, not murderers.
That's why|you drugged me instead of killin' me.
- Martin|- It's not too late.
Our people are at war.
They need us.
Martin, I hate to see you like this.
|You were my best agent.
I was never any kind of agent! You're just|saying that cos you think I'm bugged.
- Well, aren't you?|- No, ofcourse not! This whole government agency thing -|it'sjust a cover.
We're all really aliens, right? With all the secrecy and all the lies,|it's easy to get confused.
I'm not confused.
I know who I am.
Why don't you just admit who we are?|We can all just go home.
They have a Stargate! They stopped.
Get to 'em.
Seal off the area.
No one in or out.
- (whispers) Carter?|- Sir? You all right? Yeah.
(clanking inside) Oh, Murray.
Am I glad to see you! Oh! - Where are your friends?|- I'm not sure.
- Sergeant, any sign of the targets?|- Negative, sir.
- They just disappeared?|- They're aliens, right? I have more evidence.
Look.
- What's that?|- A mobile computing device.
I snuck it out of Tanner's bag.
|It has multiple functions, see? Uh-oh.
- What?|- Guys, we better get out of here.
This thing is countin' down! (O'Neill) Clear the area! Well? That's weird.
I'm sure this is a countdown|for some sort of detonation.
Exactly! This is just like I remember.
Chevron seven is locked.
- He was right.
It's an active gate.
|- Sending the MALP through.
I remember everything now.
|There was no malfunction.
What are you talkin' about? When we abandoned the ship, we did it|deliberately.
We were losing the war.
We're deserters.
After a while I realised|what we'd done wrong.
I wanted to go home,|but the others were afraid.
So they gave you the drugs.
They're not bad guys.
|They're just hiding.
(Carter) Receiving MALP telemetry.
You're gonna|hunt them down, aren't you? - Not me.
|- But the military, the government? I don't think anyone's gonna find 'em.
- General Hammond says you're a go.
|- Really? Yeah.
It's safe, but, uh|you're not gonna like it.
They were right.
If we'd gone back, we'd be dead now.
- I'm sorry, Martin.
|- So now what? We go home.
(Stargate opens)