Stargate SG-1 s04e16 Episode Script

- Hon, I am so sorry.
|- It's all right.
- No, if you were this late, I'd|- I know how busy you are.
Besides, it's a beautiful day to wait.
And wait.
Have you eaten? Yeah, I'm sorry, honey, I had to.
|I'm scheduled to be offworld at 13.
30.
What? I just found out.
I thought for sure this time.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
They said it isn't either one of us.
|We just have to keep trying.
Not that I mind trying.
I just I thought we'd be working|on our second child by now.
Me too.
Walk me to the terminal? Let's get a second opinion.
(Carter) The Aschen are hundreds|of years more advanced in medicine.
So, how long will you be gone? I have to visit a new embassy|on the southern continent, - .
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l have to tour the nine planets|- You're kidding.
Of course.
Think I'd miss|your anniversary ceremony? - No, it's no big deal.
|- Right, it's no big deal(!) If it wasn't for you, we'd never even have|met the Aschen.
I'll be back tonight, OK? (announcer) Travellers to Confederation|planets, stand by in the departure area.
Bye.
Bye.
About face! (announcer) Ladies and gentlemen,|the President ofthe United States.
My fellowAmericans|ten years ago, this very day, .
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a team code-named SG-1,|then working in secret, .
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came upon an alien race, the Aschen.
With that introduction, I was|able to forge the greatest alliance .
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this country - indeed, this world -|has everknown.
(applause) I read now from Colonel|Jack O'Neill's mission report .
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of that fiirst contact.
"These folks sound too good to be true.
" "Willing to share|their science and technology.
" "Friendly, smarter than we are.
" "And one thing's forsure.
" "The Goa'uld are coming.
" "The Aschen could save ourasses.
" Well, guess what, Jack.
They did.
Jack O'Neill could not be here today,|but those candid words, .
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hurriedly scratched down in a mission|report ten years ago, were prescient.
Membership in|the Aschen Confederation .
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guarantees the security, the health .
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and the future ofevery|human being on God's earth.
Dr Samantha Carter, DrDaniel Jackson,|Teal'c, would you please step forward? Though ournation's business has|kept me from being with you in person, .
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nonetheless I want to thank you|from the bottom ofmy heart .
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for what you have done forme|and for our country.
God bless you all.
Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! Aim! Fire! - To General Hammond.
|- To General Hammond.
I miss him, especially today.
- How long has it been, anyway?|- It has been six years.
What was Jack's excuse?|I expected to see him here.
O'Neill has made his feelings clear|about the Aschen alliance.
Well, he could have come to see us.
- I almost didn't come myself.
|- Really? It's easier for you, Daniel.
Your job|wasn't made obsolete.
And if l Mollem.
Forgive me for interrupting.
Ambassador,|the Aschen delegation is eager to hear .
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about your visit to our South Continent.
Yeah, it'd be my pleasure.
Well, I think we can|safely assume I'll be late.
Doctors, Teal'c, congratulations again.
So, where are we goin'? - I had planned to return to Chulak.
|- We haven't see each other in ages.
- Please.
|- Very well.
- Dinner?|- Sounds great.
- Great to see you.
|- I'll see you soon.
So what was that? - What was what?|- Going on again about being obsolete.
Think about it, Sam.
We've all taken|the anti-ageing and anti-cancer vaccines.
Now they have machines that can reverse|tissue damage and mend broken bones.
I mean, where does that leave me? Put that way, I know what you mean.
Half the time their science is so far|over my head, I feel like a lab assistant.
Ah, but you have something to do.
Yeah.
OK, enough of that.
Tell me,|by any chance, are you and Joe Not yet.
They say it isn't either one of us.
|We just have to keep trying.
They let me keep an office in Washington,|even though I have nothing to do.
- I'd be happy to give you a checkup.
|- No, they said I was fine, really.
The medicine I practise|may seem like the Dark Ages now, .
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but I was your doctor for a long time.
How long have you been trying? - Almost three years.
|- Yes.
When can we do this? Hey.
Sorry to keep you waiting, but|I just wanted to double-check my results.
And I'm fine, right? Sam, I don't know how|your Aschen doctor missed it.
Frankly, I don't think|it's possible he could have.
What? You can't have children.
- They said everything was normal.
|- In every other way, it is.
Then this is a mistake.
Here, let me show you the scan.
There's no room for interpretation.
|Clearly, your ovaries are damaged.
Why? I don't know.
I don't know what|caused it or when it happened, - .
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but obviously it was some time|- No.
I wanna know why .
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the Aschen doctors looked me in the eye|and told me that I was OK.
Why did they lie to me? I don't know|but I'm willing to help you find out.
I've been waiting.
- Sorry.
|- Is something wrong? No.
All right.
We're still not finding the necessary|material to initiate the conversion.
Well, we'll just have to find a way to|collapse it faster, revise the calculations.
Interesting.
- Am I wrong?|- No, you're absolutely correct.
It's just that, a year or so ago, you|never thought this project was possible, .
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and now you seem so determined.
You've convinced me.
Did your people ever imagine|converting a planet into a star? - No, I doubt it.
|- I thought you'd at least considered it, .
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given the rapid growth of your|population, the viability of the planet Well, humans just don't think|quite as far ahead as the Aschen seem to.
All right, since you are so determined,|revise the calculations.
If I use our computers, it'll take weeks.
On the other hand, if I can interface|with the Aschen computer core You know that's strictly|for Aschen personnel.
It's not like you haven't|given me access before.
Samantha, why do I|let you talk me into this? There.
You have core access.
Thank you, Mollem.
- Are you in?|- Not yet.
The medical sub-core has its own code.
|You won't be able to access I'm in, I'm in.
Now what? - It's calling for search parameters.
|- Try "medical records".
I don't think I'm gonna find|anything specific to me.
Maybe it's happened to others.
Do "general search,|human reproductive statistics".
That's it.
You can read this? Well, that can't be right.
If I'm reading this properly, the world birth|rate has dropped 91 per cent in two years.
- What?|- That's what it says here.
- These are the Aschen numbers.
|- But we would know.
It's happening everywhere|the anti-ageing vaccine has gone.
- Turn it off.
|- They're doing it systematically.
Turn it off.
Please.
- We can't let them know we know.
|- Mollem leaves me alone for hours.
Sam, you're on the inside.
|You don't see them as I do.
Janet, this is deliberate.
|We have to do something.
I know, but we can't talk about it here.
|We'll talk tonight at the restaurant, OK? I have to go.
It would be public knowledge|if something this catastrophic - .
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was happening to the entire population.
|- Would it? The Aschen can convert|planets into stars.
You don't think they could|control the media? Assuming the Aschen can keep|something this big a secret It's been ten years.
Why now? We were completely taken in.
|This way, they didn't have to fire a shot.
It's slow, methodical painless.
Why provide a vaccine that doubles the|human life span? It doesn't make sense.
Unless that's the mechanism they use|to sterilise the population.
They're patient enough.
|All they have to do is wait.
And within 200 years, there will be|very few, if any, humans remaining.
The Aschen will have|this world unto themselves.
Well, we have to do something.
|I don't know I mean, tell somebody.
The night before General Hammond died,|he called me.
He said he needed to speak to me|about something important.
He couldn't discuss it over the phone.
|The next day I told the Aschen doctors.
I said "He could not have died of a|heart attack.
He was in perfect health.
" But they said their|diagnostic machines were infallible.
You believe he was murdered? At the time, no.
I believed, like everybody|else, the Aschen were our saviours.
So we can't tell anyone.
|We have to keep this to ourselves.
- I have to tell Joe.
|- Maybe you shouldn't.
- If you're suggesting that he knows|- It's all of our lives that are at stake here.
- Yes.
He can help us.
|- How? Say he goes to the president,|who then tells the world.
Even if what's left of every army on Earth|mobilises, what are they gonna do? - Fight back.
|- They would be defeated.
As were the Goa'uld.
- We have to think of something else.
|- Like what? I don't know.
Contact the Tollan.
Find the survivors of the Tok'ra.
|There have to be some out there.
- Teal'c, what about the Jaffa?|- Very few remain loyal to the Tauri.
There are few symbiotes|available for implantation.
We don't even control the Stargate.
God, what have we done?|This morning we were celebrating.
Now I wish we could take it all back.
- Will there be anything else?|- Apparently not.
Thank you.
Maybe we can.
Take it back.
How? General Hammond showed us.
He left us a note.
What? What are you talking about? A number of years ago,|a freak accident sent us back to 1969.
We know that by dialling coordinates .
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precisely on the opposite side of the sun|at the exact moment of a solar flare, .
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the wormhole turns back towards Earth|on itself and it creates a time distortion.
Theoretically, we could|send ourselves a message.
You said it was impossible|to predict a solar flare.
For us it was, but with access|to the Aschen computer OK, wait a second.
We are considering .
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changing the lives of the entire human|race on Earth.
Do we have that right? If we don't, then we will live to see|the end of the entire human race on Earth.
Hi.
Hi.
So this is the place|you kept threatening to take me? Good to see you, sir.
I'm retired, Carter.
Lose the "sir".
Right.
Jack What are you doing here? It turns out we made a mistake.
A big one.
Which one? We made a few.
Our alliance with the Aschen.
Oh, that.
Not workin' out, is it? Gosh, I wish I'd seen that comin'.
Oh, wait.
I did see that comin'.
It isn't what you thought.
A couple of days ago I found out|that I can't ever have children.
I'm sorry to hear that.
So was l.
According to the Aschen doctors,|I was fine, but not according to Dr Fraiser.
We got on the Aschen computer network.
|They keep statistics on everything.
In two years,|without our even knowing it, .
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they have managed to sterilise over|90 per cent of the world's population.
The other 10 per cent are|probably just a matter of time.
We don't know how they've done it or|how they've keep it a secret this long - What do you want me to do about it?|- Help us.
- Do what?|- We can undo this.
Oh, here we go.
We send a message through the Stargate|to ourselves ten years ago.
We stop this from ever happening.
Stop this from happening.
We know it's possible.
Why am I having this conversation? We know what to do.
I am positive, with|the Aschen computer and observatory, .
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l can predict a flare within|a few hours of its happening.
And we should be able|to get our hands on a GDO.
It comes down to accessing|the gate within that window, .
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dialling the right address|and sending the message.
Well, if it just comes down to that, do it.
If I thought it was gonna be easy,|I wouldn't be asking for your help.
Just out of curiosity say we do this.
What happens to everything|that's happened in the past ten years? It won't happen.
So we don't go to P4C-970,|we don't meet the Aschen, .
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then what? I don't know.
Let me tell you something, Carter.
If you wanna erase your mistakes,|that's your business.
My conscience is clear.
I warned everybody.
|I threw up the red flag.
- Everyone, including you, shut me down.
|- I want you to put that behind us.
You're not happy|with the way things turned out? I'm sorry to hear that.
Personally I like things the way they are.
No more saving the world, just a .
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nice pond with no pesky fish in it.
And the single most|pressing issue in my life .
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is whether or not to get a dog.
There are a lot of|pros and cons to consider.
I'm talking about|the future of the human race.
So was l.
- We're doing this.
|- Let me know how it turns out.
Our chances are a lot better|with you than without you.
Let me ask you something.
What does your dearly beloved|ambassador say about all this? I haven't had a chance to tell him.
Maybe he can help you.
Yeah.
- We're on our own.
|- You're kidding me.
He said no.
- It is unfortunate.
|- We can still do this.
- Did you track down the GDOs?|- Uh yes and no.
From museum records, there's only one|original remote left on display at the SGC.
That's our next stop.
|Teal'c, return to Chulak.
We don't wanna arouse any more|suspicion.
It'll take at least two days.
- We'll contact you when it's time.
|- I will be prepared.
Alrighty, everyone.
|Everyone please step all the way out.
We've arrived at level 28.
Can anyone guess at|what special room is on this floor? - The gate room.
|- That's very, very close.
- Anyone else?|- Uh, he's right.
It's the gate room.
Well, what I'm sure|many of you don't know .
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is that officially it was known|as the "embarkation" room .
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because that's where|the SG teams "embarked" from.
OK, now we're walking.
This way.
And these people comprise the famous|SG-1 , arguably the most important, .
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although not my personal favourite,|team of the entire command.
And we're walking.
The real Stargate is in Washington|at the JR Reed space terminal.
This one is a perfect|replica of the original.
Should you want photos,|they are $27 each .
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and please do not touch the Stargate|itself, as you'll leave fingerprints.
See you on the other side! This is ridiculous.
We couldn't break away|until there were more people around.
- Not her personal favourite SG team?|- Just don't ask for the photo.
And we're walking.
Hey.
Thanks for showin'.
We decided to take|the last tour of the day.
So when did you decide|against getting a dog? I'm still thinkin' about it.
In the meantime, I did|a little shopping on your behalf.
The zats are completely operational.
|This, however, presents a problem.
It's a replica.
Daniel, was this the only one? Excuse me.
|You people aren't supposed to be Colonel O'Neill? Sergeant what are you doing here? I work here now.
|Sort of the operations tech adviser.
Oh, well, you're doin' a great job.
Uh this section's closed off.
Are you here for old time's sake? That's it exactly.
Where did you get those? The zats? - Armoury.
We're takin' 'em.
|- Oh, no, l, uh Sergeant, please.
This is really important.
Do you know where our real GDOs went? I'm not a sergeant any more|and you're not colonels.
- You're not supposed to have the remote.
|- Good.
We don't want that one.
- We want the real one.
|- It's in the White House, .
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in the Oval Office,|on the president's desk.
Kinsey grab a souvenir on the way down? - Look, guys, I don't know what's|- Uh Walter? Right now I need you to trust us.
Just turn around, walk away.
Pretend we weren't even here.
I'll bring everything back, I promise.
Thursday.
- Then you'll tell me what's going on?|- Absolutely everything.
OK.
- Thank you.
|- Thursday.
Last time I was in the Oval Office, I got|kicked out.
Can we do without the GDO? Radio? There's an EM dampening field,|part of the automated defences.
So we're about as far back|in time as we're gonna go.
I think I can get it.
Joe? He's a good guy.
If you tell him|there will be no going back.
Of course, if you don't tell him,|there'll be no going back.
He'll do it.
I know he will.
- (doorshuts)|- Sam? Hey, honey.
How are you feeling? You went out this morning|before I had a chance to say goodbye.
I'm fine.
Mollem said you left the lab early.
|You were feeling kinda ill.
Honey, you're just depressed.
|We'll just keep trying.
No, we can't, Joe.
Nobody can.
What are you talking about? I think this is the note we should send.
That's it? I thought about giving more information,|but I think the simpler the better.
Why don't we just stick one on a rock|and throw it through? It would never make it through|the automated defences.
Can we at least mention|who won the Super Bowl in 2004? - No.
|- World Series? Grey Cup? I put it in my own handwriting, so I'll be|able to recognise it when I read it.
I think we should all|write a note of our own.
In case I don't make it to the gate,|you can keep trying.
- Well, you're wrong.
|- I saw the numbers, Joe.
- The Aschen doctor said you were fine.
|- This isn't just about me.
I read this right from an Aschen terminal.
Mollem gave me access|to work on something else.
The birth rate has been cut|over 90 per cent.
Oh, my God.
It's supposed to be a third of that.
- You knew.
|- The Aschen insisted on it.
- Oh, my God.
|- They see further ahead than we do.
- If we didn't limit growth|- Is that what you call this? - This is not what we agreed to.
|- I can't believe this! - We didn't have a choice, Sam.
|- You sold us out.
- You think this was my decision?|- You could have told me! You know how it works.
You spent|most of your adult life in secrecy.
- That was different!|- It's the same.
- No!|- It's exactly the same! The population was unsustainable.
Without drastic measures, the Aschen|didn't think we were worth investing in.
They went too far,|but I can't believe it's deliberate.
- They must have a reverse procedure.
|- You still don't get it.
The Goa'uld would have wiped us out.
|Would you prefer that? The Aschen way is slower.
That's all.
They're not limiting growth, they're I have to talk to the president.
I Yes, you do.
But not about this.
I need you to exchange this iris remote|with the one on the president's desk.
Bring the other one back to my lab.
- I need you to do it first thing tomorrow.
|- How am I gonna do that? Just come up with some excuse.
|I don't care.
But you can't say one word about what|we've talked about, or they will kill you.
Is it hot in here? This is a real-time|representation of the sun, .
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recorded by Aschen satellites|all over the solar system.
How do you use it to predict a solar flare? I've studied Aschen knowledge of solar|dynamics for the Jupiter ignition project.
There are significant changes just|beneath the surface preceding a flare .
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that are detectable by the satellite net.
Look here.
If my calculations are correct,|there should be a flare in five seconds.
That's it.
Now all we need is for the computer|to predict another flare.
- Got your travel papers for Chulak?|- Yeah, all set.
Give this to Teal'c.
|It's the coordinates he'll need.
Joe's here.
Ambassador.
I knew you'd have|something to do with this.
Did you get it? Yes.
Thank you.
- What are you gonna do with it?|- Send a message.
- To who?|- To whom.
Let's have it.
I'll hand it over if you give me your word|that Samantha will play no part in this.
I can't do that.
It's in a briefcase at the customs office|at Stargate Terminal.
They've been instructed not to release it|without my authorisation.
Your word.
We need her to pull this off.
Whatever it is,|you'll have to do it without Sam.
- Joe|- This is not negotiable.
If you won't say what's going on, fine.
But if it involves GDOs,|then it involves the Stargate.
And that terminal's the last|heavily defended place on this planet.
I will not let you risk Sam's life.
OK.
You won't have backup.
We won't need it.
Uh the sun's beeping.
We have a flare prediction,|57 minutes from now.
Is that enough time? It'll have to do.
Thank you.
If you can manage, just give us|enough time to get away from here.
The message goes in six minutes.
Sam wanted me to wish you luck.
Give her my best.
(announcer) Outgoing travellers to|Chulak, stand by in the departure area.
- All right, let's go.
|- I'm staying.
You go if you want to.
- Come on, Sam, we gotta go.
|- Joe, don't.
Sam, listen, we'll work this out, all right? But now it's best for both of us|if we're very far away.
If they manage to do this,|it will not matter where we are.
- Colonel O'Neill?|- Melon.
- Mollem.
|- Mollem.
I'm sorry.
It's the war, you know? You didn't come to|the anniversary celebration.
What's to celebrate, I say.
Surely the Aschen have proven|your earlier misgivings erroneous.
- For all we've done.
|- Yes, you've certainly done your part.
What brings you here? Um Well, you know my friend, Teal'c.
I missed him at the celebration.
|He's comin' to town.
I bought him a hat.
(announcer) lncoming travellers from|Chulak.
Stand clear ofthe arrival area.
Right on time.
I'm sorry, sir,|but weapons are not allowed.
(beeping) It's just archaeological equipment.
|This happens every time.
We carry these for ceremonial purposes.
I'm sorry, but you'll have to let me have it.
Very well.
- What's happening?|- (announcer) Terrorist attack.
Please evacuate|the building immediately.
Terrorist attack in progress.
|Please evacuate immediately.
Sam! Sam! Shut down the system!|I'm the Confederation Ambassador! No! Incoming traveller.
- Who is it?|- It's .
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SG-1 , sir.
- (O'Neill) Hello.
|- How can that be? Let's find out.
Defence team stand by.
Open the iris.
Stand down.
What is it? - Well?|- You tell me.
"Under no circumstances go to P4C-970.
|Colonel Jack O'Neill.
" - That looks like your handwriting.
|- It is my handwriting.
- And it's my signature.
|- Though you sent no such note? - No.
|- Sir, may l? - That looks like blood, sir.
|- Have it analysed.
General, wasn't 970 on our mission list? It was.
Not any more.
|I'm not taking any chances.
I want P4C-970 removed from|the dialling computer immediately.
Dismissed.
I wonder why you sent it.
I wonder when.
Yeah.
Gotta wonder.