Stargate SG-1 s05e11 Episode Script

(speaking Russian) (yelling) No! Let's go! Ninjas.
The forensic team found nothing.
According to a neighbour, Major Carter|left around 8.
30 Saturday morning.
That's over 48 hours.
The police found Sam's car outside|a fitness club 12 blocks from her house.
- Anything else?|- No witnesses.
We have no jurisdiction|outside this facility, Colonel.
I know.
We can still look, can't we? - Good morning, Major.
|- What's going on?Where am l? - In a hospital.
|- What happened? We just need to run a few tests.
What tests? Why am I restrained? No, stop! No! (glass clinking) Feet, I said! Look at his feet.
Feet like that Huge! Never trust a man with feet that big.
Hi there.
Go away.
This is my stuff.
I just wanna ask you|a couple of questions.
You got a dollar? Here's two.
Thanks.
- Were you around here Saturday?|- Why should I tell you? - I gave you two dollars.
|- I thought you were just being generous.
How generous do I have to get? - You a cop?|- Air Force.
- Colonel Jack O'Neill.
|- I was in Nam.
- Yeah?What company?|- Oh, vacation.
Long time ago.
A friend of mine disappeared|from around here on Saturday morning.
A woman, about five nineish, blonde.
- You wouldn't believe me if I told ya.
|- Why not? I'm just a crazy old guy|with a shopping cart full of cans.
I'm just a cynical Air Force guy|with a closet full of National Geographic.
Can I have 'em? What do you know? She was feisty.
Put up a fight.
- With whom?|- Ninjas.
Three, maybe four.
Happened fast.
They pulled up|in a white van, grabbed her.
I've been telling the police about ninjas|for years.
You think they listen? Right.
OK.
Thanks.
You're gonna bring me|them magazines, right? You bet.
So you think Maybourne's|a fan of Godzilla movies? - He strikes me more as a Mothra guy.
|- I don't get it.
NID agents use these sites|to post coded messages.
If I know Maybourne,|he's keeping tabs on his old buddies.
OK, what kind of message|you wanna send? Make it "Hutch, we need to talk.
" Sign it "Starsky".
He'll understand.
We got the first blood test back.
|You're gonna wanna see this.
We found an unusual protein marker|and traces of an unidentified heavy metal.
- What do you mean, "unidentified"?|- Nothing I've ever seen before.
We'd better double-check these results|with the lab in Phoenix.
(groans) She's strong.
I gave her enough chloral|hydrate to put down a man twice her size.
All right, Major.
Hi, Jack.
Don't turn around.
Harry.
Where you been? You never write, you don't call.
- I have a gun.
|- So do l.
I'm trying to protect you.
|I'm a wanted criminal.
- It's your duty to arrest me, you know.
|- Always thinking of the other guy.
- How'd you find me?|- I played hide-and-seek as a kid.
It's funny.
I could always find anyone|anywhere, but they could never find me.
Because they didn't wantto.
What do you need, Jack? - Carter's missing.
|- Really? Bunch of guys in a van took her|out of this lot four days ago.
- I figured it was some of your old friends.
|- Not the word I'd use for 'em.
What do you know? Sorry.
You didn't come back into this country|and risk execution just to see me.
God knows I can think of a hundred|reasons why the NID might want Carter, but I swear to you I don't know|where she is or why she was taken.
Why don't you ask the NID? Gee, thanks.
I hadn't thought of that.
- Try user 4574.
|- What does that mean? - Wish I could stay and chat.
|- Harry - We're talking about Carter here.
|- I know.
I'm sorry, Jack.
I really am.
You know how this game is played,|and the kind of people who play it.
You've got to prepare yourself for the|possibility she may not be coming back.
That's all he said? User 4574.
I think we know who that is, Colonel.
(clears throat) - Colonel O'Neill is still waiting, sir.
|- I know.
I'm sorry to bother you,|but he's getting a little Pissed is the word.
It happens when you keep|someone waiting two hours.
Well, welcome to the Pentagon, Colonel.
Thank you, Dolores.
Forgive me.
I have a lot on my plate.
Just someone's life at stake.
Sorry to take|you away from your turkey sandwich.
It was a ham and cheese, actually.
And I'm the one who's sorry|because you wasted a trip to Washington.
I don't think so.
You know, I was just recently reading|about Major Carter's disappearance.
I couldn't help but wonder if glowing|aliens had something to do with it.
Look, Simmons, I don't expect you|just to tell me what's going on, but I guarantee you|this trip will not be a waste.
If I have to, I'll spend my life getting to the|bottom of all this and how it ties to you.
Why do you think|I have something to do with this? A reliable source told me.
I think I know who you're referring to.
Are you telling me|you trust a convicted traitor? More than you at the moment.
Look, your opinion of me and|this organisation has been tainted by the actions of the very man|you're talking about.
I doubt very much he was acting alone.
The NID is a legitimate organisation|financed by this government, which has been duly elected|by the people of this country.
Damn, that has a familiar ring to it.
- Our mandate is clear, Colonel.
|- I'm a simple man.
Explain it to me.
We provide vital civilian oversight|of top-secret military operations.
Yeah.
And who watches over you? We're not unaccountable.
There have|been minor indiscretions in the past, perpetrated by|a few renegade individuals.
They've been exposed and will be brought|to justice, with or without your help.
- Maybourne is pointing a finger at you.
|- Yeah? Has it ever occurred to you that maybe|he's trying to mask his own involvement? - I'd need some convincing.
|- We recently traced a deposit made into one of|Maybourne's offshore bank accounts.
The transfer took place with a numbered|company on the Cayman lslands.
$3 million? Yeah.
Makes you kind of wonder|what he did to earn that kind of money.
Doesn't it? The company that paid Maybourne|is a subsidiary of Zetatron lndustries.
- That sounds familiar.
|- It's run by a man named Adrian Conrad.
He made $200 million in something called|fibre-optic host-channel adapters, and then diversified before|the tech market bottomed out.
Now he's into everything|from shipyards to sportswear factories.
What is his connection to Maybourne? It's common for ex-spies|to sell information to the private sector.
We know he's had access to extensive|files on the SGC and every SG-1 member.
Interestingly, Conrad hasn't|been seen in public in six months.
His last appearance was a video feed|from their head office in Seattle - to a Zetatron stockholders' meeting.
|- Really not much to go on.
The only other thing I can tell you is who|authorised the payment: Diana Mendez.
She was Conrad's assistant and|the last person known to have seen him.
- (Maybourne) Working late?|- How did you get in here? Well, the ability to sneak around was|a prerequisite of my former occupation.
What do you want? To know about the disappearance|of an Air Force major.
- I've no idea what you're talking about.
|- Then I should talk to your boss.
He's unavailable.
The other prerequisite|of my former occupation was an absence of moral conscience.
It really gives you the freedom|to do whatever you have to do.
Threats won't change what I know.
This major disappeared after we closed|our deal.
I believe it wasn't a coincidence.
Adrian wouldn't be involved|in anything like that.
Oh.
Did he tell you what|you were buying for him? Something valued at $10m by a renegade|faction of Russian military intelligence, - Iess your cut, of course.
|- Oh, well.
- I don't know what it was exactly.
|- I'm surprised.
I thought you two had|a very close working relationship.
I do my job and I don't ask questions.
What if I told you it was enough uranium|to fuel a terrorist nuke? - Just how far would your loyalty go then?|- You're lying.
Maybe.
You made your deposit and you got paid.
As far as I'm concerned,|our association is finished.
- Harry.
|- Jesus, Jack.
You're stealing my routine.
Consider it an homage.
What's up?|I thought we trusted each other.
You lied to me.
Get in.
Hello again, Major Carter.
If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
I don't know if I mentioned|what a thrill this is for me.
I wish we didn't have to do it under these|conditions, but given the circumstances You're a very unique individual.
You may well hold the key|to the future of medical science.
You've made a big mistake.
We know what happened to you and that|you were the host of an alien symbiote.
I'm a physicist.
I study deep-space radar telemetry.
Please, Major.
Don't waste my time|with that ridiculous cover story.
Tell me what you can about the symbiote.
- She's never gonna talk.
|- What about the tests? We have a couple of leads,|but nothing definite yet.
- We're running out of time.
|- I know.
We may have to move the implantation|ahead of schedule.
Technically, I didn't lie.
I didn't know|where Carter was or why she was taken.
What was the $3 million for? I acquired a piece of merchandise|from the Russians and sold it to Zetatron.
What? - A symbiote.
|- What? On their second mission,|when their gate was active, - the Russians ran into a group of Jaffa.
|- I read that report.
What the report didn't say was that|the Russians took one of the Jaffa alive.
They've held him in custody ever since.
Man, you gotta love those guys.
- The Russians or the Jaffa?|- Both, actually.
Apparently, the symbiote|was reaching maturity.
I assumed Zetatron wanted it|for their biotech division.
So why kidnap Carter? Carter once had a symbiote inside her,|and lived to talk about it.
- How do they know that?|- I don't know.
I also don't know how they found out|about me and my connections.
But when people offer you $3m|you don't ask too many questions.
Why not? - I never thought it would come to this.
|- What did you think would happen? In the right hands, a symbiote|can lead to medical breakthroughs.
What, you're a humanitarian now? Gonna turn me in? Actually, that overwhelming desire|to shoot you has come back.
- But you still need me, Jack.
|- Why? Because I know the name of the doctor|who took delivery of the symbiote.
- We make a pretty good team, Jack.
|- Shut up.
If you get tired of the SGC, we could make|more money than you ever dreamed of.
Hey, G Gordon, don't give me|another reason to shoot you, all right? I'm in.
Adrian Conrad's medical file.
Conrad is in the late stages of a very rare|disorder known as Burchardt's Syndrome.
It affects the immune system, leaving|the body vulnerable to a host of diseases.
And there's no known cure.
- Except a symbiote's healing powers.
|- That'd only work through implantation.
They may be studying the symbiote,|trying to reproduce its healing properties.
Carter's experience with Jolinar makes|her a valuable source of information.
- What are their chances of success?|- We've researched this for some time, sir.
I'd be greatly surprised|if they came up with the answers quickly.
If they're trying to save this man's life,|they're running out of time.
- How do we find him?|- He needs constant medical supervision.
He must be in some kind of a hospital|or a well-equipped facility.
Saint something.
I was checking out the holdings|of that numbered company St Christina's.
A hospital in the suburbs|of Seattle that's been shut for two years.
I'll contact the local authorities.
|You and Teal'c can meet O'Neill there.
A jet will be prepped and ready to go|by the time you get to the airport.
Security.
Major Carter's missing.
|She can't have gotten far.
(footsteps) The exits are sealed, Major.
Who are you?|What the hell am I doing here? My name is Adrian Conrad.
You're here because of me.
- Back off or I shoot him.
|- Hah! Go ahead.
If I let you go, I'm dead anyway.
Please, Major Carter,|if you put the gun down, there's a very good chance|we can both live.
I'm sorry about this, Major,|but I've run out of options.
- What now?|- My immune system has been destroyed.
- The damage is irreversible.
|- I don't care! You have no right The human race has progressed|because of men who broke the rules and risked everything,|most often because they had no choice.
The only thing that can save me|is an alien symbiote.
You call them Goa'ulds.
- How do you know about that?|- We know about the Stargate.
Everything.
Then you must also know that a symbiote|would leave you a prisoner in your body.
That's why we're working|on a way to have it removed.
- And you're the key.
|- It's beyond our medical science.
You survived your encounter|with the alien Jolinar.
That was different.
|The symbiote made a conscious choice.
Maybe so, but the process you went|through could provide us with answers.
You can't deny being able to extract|a symbiote from a human host would be a monumental breakthrough.
A lot of smart people|are working toward that end already.
Maybe they aren't|quite desperate enough.
Mr Conrad.
Pulse is weak, blood pressure's dropping.
We're running out of time.
- Proceed with the implantation.
|- You can't.
- We put it in him, we may never get it out.
|- We'll find a way.
You don't know if the healing process|has a lasting effect.
We're reasonably sure,|once the symbiote cures the disease (Adrian moans) Diana.
It's OK.
Adrian, you can't do this.
Please.
It's my only chance.
We're going to have to restrain him.
Cover the exits.
|And somebody watch that guy.
Come on, Jack, this is my fault.
|Let me try and help fix it.
Fine.
Grab a vest.
You're with me.
- Can I have my gun back?|- Go.
No! Daniel, Teal'c, take the front entrance.
BP stabilising.
Vitals returning to normal.
Incredible.
Diana.
- How do you feel?|- The pain is is gone.
We're gonna need to run a full set of tests.
How long? For what? You said you'd find a way to get it out.
|How long will you leave him this way? - We don't know what kind of effect|- I don't give a damn! Get it out of him.
- We have a bit of a problem in that area.
|- What are you talking about? Major Carter's test results|clearly indicate she holds the key - to a safe extraction process.
|- That's good.
Unfortunately, we know just enough|to know the answers are there.
We just can't get them.
Why not? Because Adrian didn't approve|the method that's ultimately necessary.
What does that mean? It would require direct examination|of her brain tissue.
Do whatever it takes.
(moans) - Can I help you?|- I need a doctor.
I electrocuted myself.
- You'll have to go somewhere else.
|- I have insurance.
- This hospital is closed.
|- I said I electrocuted myself.
- D'you have any idea what that feels like?|- No.
Something like that.
Freeze! Who are you? What are you doing here? Agh! Ah! Ah! You want me to watch your back or not? Hey! I know this has been|hard on you, Diana.
I'm sorry.
- I just want you to get better.
|- I am better.
I can feel it.
If you just let me out of these restraints,|I could show you.
- I can't do that.
|- I've been in hospitals for six months.
All I wanna do is go outside|and breathe some fresh air.
- But you have that thing inside you.
|- It's not controlling me.
I'm controlling it.
Can't you tell? Diana, please.
They don't have to kill Major Carter.
|I'm fine.
- Everything's gonna be OK.
|- I wish I could believe you.
Look at me.
You know me better|than anyone in the whole world.
I did this for you.
So we could be together.
Just let one hand go|so I can touch your face.
What's happening?What are you doing? What are you doing? Argh! You're gonna kill me.
We could be saving millions of lives.
Hold it! Drop it! Drop it right now! Don't even fool around! Put it down.
Over here.
And face the wall.
You all right? Yeah.
- Very dramatic.
Thank you.
|- You bet.
Keys for the cuffs are in his pocket.
Daniel, we got Carter.
She's OK.
That's good.
I think we have|another problem, though.
They put it in Conrad.
They thought|they'd use me to find a way to remove it.
- Good to go?|- Yes, sir.
Um - Why not stay and watch these guys?|- That's fine.
You'll be here when I get back, right? Oh, yes, Jack.
Daniel, Teal'c, take the upper levels.
Where you going? (distorted) Shoot me|and you'll kill the host.
Don't make me.
You wanna live, you come with me.
Man down.
O'Neill's been shot.
This is|Major Carter.
I'm in the boiler room.
Repeat: Colonel O'Neill has been shot.
|We need an ambulance now.
(groans) Sir, are you OK? I've been shot, Carter.
I know.
Your vest stopped|one of the bullets.
I want sleeves on my vest.
You're gonna be fine.
Help's on the way.
I'm not kidding.
|They should put sleeves on these things.
- Did you see who shot you?|- No.
Hang in there, sir.
I can't believe the son of a bitch shot me! We don't know for sure it was Maybourne.
We also don't know how|Maybourne and Adrian Conrad got by the men surrounding the hospital.
Local authorities have admitted|they may have dropped the ball.
May?May have? The FBI and lnterpol have been alerted,|but we can't tell them everything.
Bottom line is there's|a Goa'uld out there somewhere.
- (distorted) I expect better treatment.
|- Well, right now you have no choice.
But once you start delivering|on your end of our little bargain, I might be able to move you|to better accommodations.
You cannot offer anything of equal value|to the knowledge I possess.
I'm not so sure about that.