Stargate SG-1 s05e13 Episode Script
Proving Ground
Sir, if you don't mind,|I've got a couple of questions.
Talk fast.
Well, do you have any idea|how the Goa'uld escaped from the SGC? - None whatsoever.
|- What weapons might we be facing? Not a clue.
Anything else? Sorry, sir, I'm just|trying to assess the situation.
Two of my team were chasing a Goa'uld.
|They've been missing four hours.
That's the situation.
This building was the last-known location|of Major Carter and Daniel Jackson.
Elliot, have your team secure|the perimeter.
Keep your channel open.
Teal'c, you're with me.
Sir! We're not going in with you? Have your team secure the perimeter.
|Do you understand the order? - Yes, sir!|- Then do it, Lieutenant! Grogan, Satterfield.
|Cover the other side of the building.
- Yes, sir.
|- Hailey.
You're with me.
(beeping) Hold position.
- They're taking fire.
|- Grogan, stay where you are.
(O'Neill) Backup! Elliot, get off|the channel.
I say again, we need backup.
OK.
Move in.
Move in! - Drop your weapon, Major!|- (distorted) Daniel's become a Goa'uld! - She's the Goa'uld.
Listen to her voice.
|- Major, drop that weapon! I'm Tok'ra.
Now listen carefully.
|Daniel has become a Goa'uld.
- We need to get him back to the SGC.
|- She's already shot me once.
- If she shoots me again|- Drop it, Major! Now! Grogan.
What the hell was that? She was gonna shoot Dr Jackson.
|Two shots from a zat kills.
That's true,|but you're wrong about one thing.
(distorted)|She's the Tok'ra.
I'm the Goa'uld.
OK! So! We're all dead, and there's|an armed Goa'uld on the loose.
I got a problem with that.
Anybody else got a problem with that? Think it over.
|Report to the ready line in 20 minutes.
Dismissed.
Move! (distorted)|Aren't you bein' a little hard on 'em? - Will you turn that thing off?|- (distorted) Sorry.
No.
I wasn't bein' too hard on 'em.
- You hesitated, Lieutenant.
|- I was assessing the situation, sir.
OK.
We all ended up dead.
Assess that.
I stopped to argue with Grogan|and lost control.
And that wasn't even your first mistake! What's your excuse? I didn't believe|Dr Jackson was the Goa'uld.
- Why not, Satterfield?|- I don't know.
That was just my instinct.
She thinks he's cute.
You let your personal feelings|for the host, in this case Dr Jackson, get in the way of what needed to be done.
Yes, ma'am.
- Hailey?|- I was awaiting Lieutenant Elliot's order.
- To do what?|- Shoot 'em both.
If you don't know who's Goa'uld or Tok'ra,|disable them and sort it out later.
Thank you! That was your mistake.
|It's not always one or the other.
I understand that, sir.
May I ask how you and Teal'c|were taken out? - It was part of the scenario.
|- I don't buy it, sir.
- Excuse me?|- You're special-ops trained.
Teal'c is a former first prime.
There's no|way you'd allow yourself to be taken out.
- We were taken by surprise.
|- So you couldn't have called for backup.
- There had to be something else.
|- And that's why you hesitated? Yes, sir.
OK.
One of your team members distracted|you into getting shot by the enemy, and you want to poke holes|in the training scenario.
It wasn't a fair test.
There's such a thing as|overthinking a situation, Lieutenant.
When you're dealing|with what we deal with, you've got to think on your feet,|and think fast.
These and other clichés will be available to you all|for one more day of training with me.
After that you'll either be|assigned to an SG team or not.
Dismissed.
You realise he's right|about the scenario, sir.
Yeah, we'll have to fix that for next time.
- See you at the garage.
|- Yes, sir.
Good luck with them.
Colonel! - Something on your mind, Lieutenant?|- I apologise for the attitude I gave you.
I like people with attitude.
I much|prefer them to people who suck up.
That's not what I was doing, sir.
You want my approval?|You're a fine officer.
The Air Force has already decided that|or you wouldn't be here.
But not everyone|is cut out to go off world.
- I am.
|- You don't decide that.
What I'm trying to say, sir, is that I feel|like I've trained for this my whole life.
I don't intend to let it slip by.
See that you don't.
Maybe he's not on our side.
|Either that or he just doesn't like you.
- Oh, but he loves you.
|- I don't think he likes anybody.
You're wrong about that.
|He'd do anything for his team.
- How do you know?|- I saw him in action.
- He put his life on the line for us.
|- Yeah.
Tell us again, Hailey.
May be some detail|you left out the last ten times.
Hey.
Nobody gets assigned to an SG team without the recommendation|of an SG team commander.
It just so happened to be Colonel O'Neill's|turn, and I don't have a problem with that.
Why not? It means if we get chosen,|we were chosen by the best.
What happens if we don't? Then let's all decide, right here right now.
|We all make it.
Together.
Like the man said, it's not up to us.
You're wrong about that, too.
I'm going for a run.
Who's in? I'm in.
All right.
Later.
Colonel.
Thought you'd have|gone home for the night.
I thought about it.
But I wanted to finish up|these training reports.
What do you think of Lieutenant Elliot? He thinks too much,|which makes him indecisive.
He's trying to figure out what I want|instead of trusting his instincts.
Or he's very intelligent, recognises the|whole point of this training programme is to introduce non-terrestrial factors,|and he respects you more than you know.
You bought his excuse for hesitating,|didn't you? Well, he was right.
|You would never have let it happen.
I think he was giving you|the benefit of the doubt.
I think he was tap-dancing.
Well, you have to admit|he's got leadership potential.
Do l? Grogan.
He'll make a fine addition|to an SG team one day.
He'll make a fine target.
- He's good at gettin' shot.
|- OK.
Satterfield's bright.
I gave her high marks for her high|marks.
I'd never go into combat with her.
- Then there's Hailey.
|- Yeah.
Four-foot-nine fightin' machine.
- Colonel.
|- All right, fine.
They're the future of the Air Force,|the programme, the planet.
God help us.
- Try to remember being in their shoes.
|- I wore boots.
- Think back to when you were their age.
|- I was never their age.
Good night, sir.
What? Inside that building|is a valuable piece of alien technology.
Two things stand in your way.
|Opposing fire and time.
The Stargate is only open for another 12|minutes and it's a half a mile away.
Clear? Yes, sir! Conduct yourselves|as though this were the real thing.
The clock starts now!|Move 'em out, Lieutenant! Sir! Two by two advance! Go! Ten o'clock! Second level! - Yeah, sure, he's on our side!|- Grogan, you're with me! Hailey, Satterfield! Cover fire! Now! He broke contact.
- What the hell was that?|- Colonel's got his intar on max.
We've gotta keep moving.
|Can you get out on your own? - Yeah, I think so.
|- We've got seven minutes.
We'll need three to get to the gate|at a dead run.
Let's go.
I'm picking up some sort of radiation.
Here.
All right.
What do we got this time? Could be some sort of|Goa'uld power source.
- Wrap it up.
We don't have much time.
|- Yes, sir.
Whoa! - Dammit!|- What? Booby trap.
- It's counting down in Goa'uld.
|- How much time? - 90 seconds.
|- I can try to disarm it.
There's not enough time.
Well, what do you want me to do? - Where is it?|- We couldn't get the device, sir.
- It was booby-trapped.
|- Really? Five seconds.
- Did you try to disarm the device?|- Negative, sir.
We only had 90 seconds.
- Could you have disabled the device?|- I supported Lieutenant Elliot's decision.
I don't care if you support him or not!|Could you have disarmed the device? - Possibly.
|- I put the lives of my team members first.
Really? Where's Grogan? - I ordered him to get out.
|- Did you see him get out? - No, sir.
|- Grogan was just killed in that explosion.
- He should've been here by now.
|- You left one of your team behind.
That is one thing|I will not tolerate, Lieutenant! (phone rings) - O'Neill.
|- Saved by the cell.
Sorry.
The colonel shot me again.
|How did we do? - You were killed in the explosion.
|- And I washed out.
- You don't know that.
|- Guys, something's going on.
Sierra Golf niner.
|Code Foxtrot Alpha six.
- Maybe he's ordering our execution.
|- Shut up.
Confirm.
Foothold Sierra Golf Charlie.
Understood.
Out.
- Training's over.
|- What? Training's over.
Go home|until the Air Force contacts you.
- Sir, I think we deserve to know|- Dammit! What am I gonna have to do? Wait here.
- He said "Sierra Golf Charlie".
|- Stargate Command.
- He also said the word "foothold".
|- Alien incursion.
- Lieutenant.
|- Everybody set their intars to maximum.
- Those are our guys!|- Do it, Grogan.
- We have to help him.
|- Hold your position.
- You're all dismissed.
|- Colonel, you're injured.
Stay together.
|Don't trust anybody until I contact you.
- You're injured.
You need help.
|- This is not an exercise.
No, sir.
It's a foothold situation.
And it's|outside of the SGC.
You need our help.
Forgive my bluntness, Lieutenant,|but I was just about to fail you! - I'm not sure I want your help!|- I can't speak to that, sir.
But at the moment we're all you've got.
God help me.
What's our first objective|once we make it down? - Armoury.
|- Then what? Then we look for Major Carter, if she's|alive.
She's the one who got the word out.
What happens|if they change the access codes? Tear gas.
- Clear.
|- Lieutenant, take point.
- Carter's lab's on sublevel 19.
|- Yes, sir.
- We're not authorised to use lethal force.
|- I want you to have backup.
Just in case.
Major Carter has escaped custody.
You will search sublevels 14 through 20|until she is located.
Daniel Jackson.
General Hammond|has been captured by my forces.
And he's the last to be conformed.
I've|dispatched units to locate Major Carter.
She will be put to death|as you have ordered.
Gather up any weapons you find|and lock them up somewhere.
We could use 'em.
You've got enough intar rounds|to take out everybody in the mountain three times over,|plus your backup weapons.
I think I found something.
All right.
This is a problem.
- The gate's active, sir.
|- Can we shut it down from here? No chance.
The dialling computer's|isolated from the base mainframe.
Then that's our first order of business.
Looks like their leader is Dr Jackson.
I always knew he wanted that office.
- What is that?|- It's not our normal centrepiece.
OK, so he's just possessed by something.
|We gotta save him.
Hailey.
|Can you get me a closer view on that? I'll try.
- I can't make out the writing.
|- Maybe Dr Jackson took photos.
Check out his office, one level up.
|Grogan, make sure she gets there.
- Report when you've got something.
|- Yes, sir.
Hailey.
You and I'll shut down the gate.
- Let's move out.
Aagh!|- Sir.
You're in no shape to do this.
I've been worse.
We can handle this, sir.
|You're no good to us if you're dead.
Stay on channel 12.
This gets you anywhere in the base.
Remember those are|our people out there.
- We'll get 'em back, sir.
|- Yeah.
Damn.
Oh, wrong turn! We're not here on the tour, Satterfield.
Right.
- I didn't have a choice.
|- You did the right thing.
- I've never|- Hailey! Let's get him outta sight.
I've got it.
- Lieutenant, Satterfield.
|- What have you got? Photos of the device|that reveal an obscure dialect SG-1 found on the planet|Argos, P3X-8596.
Rough translation: "Gift from on high.
" I think we're looking at|a Goa'uld Trojan Horse.
- Colonel, are you reading this?|- Yeah, I read you.
That's enough chatter.
The Goa'uld Pelops used nanotechnology|to rapidly age the people on Argos.
- Let's get a blood sample from an SF.
|- First we shut down the gate.
(phone rings) O'Neill.
Yeah.
I got 'em.
- Elliot, get outta there! That's an order.
|- Colonel, we're at the gate room.
- Pull back to my position.
|- Yes, sir.
Oh, my God,|this blood is teeming with nanobots.
The nanobots must somehow|make people responsive to the suggestions from the alien device|we saw in the briefing room.
So the nanobots work together|as a receiver.
Well, that's how they worked on Argos.
|Right, Colonel? I was a hundred years old at the time.
|The memory's the first to go.
Maybe we can find out how|they communicate with the master.
There are no signals being transmitted.
We need to shut down|the device in the briefing room.
That level's heavily guarded.
We still need to|get control of the Stargate.
If we take out the briefing room,|you'll have a better chance to get into the gate room|and lock out the dialling computer.
That's the plan, then.
Take corridor C-19.
Sir.
They're on their way.
Major Carter.
- What are you doing here?|- Just helping out, ma'am.
- Check the major for weapons.
|- She was captured.
We can't trust her.
I escaped.
Where's Colonel O'Neill? We'll take you to him.
She's clear.
This way, please.
Colonel.
- I was about to interrogate the prisoner.
|- No! You weren't.
Step away from the prisoner,|please, Colonel.
Colonel O'Neill's been compromised.
|I'll take it from here.
Lieutenant, you've only been gone|for two minutes.
There's no way that - You saw what he was doing.
|- Why'd you pull us out? - It was an ambush.
A trap.
|- I don't buy it, sir.
Look I am your commanding officer.
Return Satterfield's weapon,|please, Major.
We've got a job to do.
- How did you know to trust me?|- Hailey figured the Goa'uld markers in your blood wouldn't allow you to be|influenced by Goa'uld nanotechnology.
Lucky me.
- Yes, ma'am.
|- I need to stay here to work on a cure.
- Can you take out the device alone?|- Yes, ma'am.
- You'll also need to|- Shut down the Stargate.
Yes, ma'am.
- We're on it.
|- Good luck, Lieutenant.
Whoops.
- Everybody clear on your assignments?|- Yeah.
Grogan.
|Just make sure you take out Daniel.
It's done.
"Colonel O'Neill|has been compromised?!" Well, they didn't take corridor C-19|like you told them to.
Crafty little buggers! - At least we pulled it off.
|- Yeah.
Ow! You did order them to set their|training weapons to maximum stun.
Yes, I did.
But it was only because|Daniel's had it so easy on this one.
Is everybody upstairs? General Hammond and the Pentagon staff|are monitoring from the security office.
Sir, if you don't mind,|your wound is getting all over my lab.
Sorry.
Same wager as last time, George? That's hardly fair.
|These young people are against SG-1 .
- I'll give you double or nothing.
|- Well, in that case, how can I refuse? You never could.
So how's the pilot training programme|so far? The latest graduates working out? We believe they are faring better|than new team members in the past.
Makes sense.
Up to now we've only|trained people to defend this country.
- Now that we're defending the planet|- That's exactly right.
In fact, in next year's SGC budget I am|proposing an offworld training facility.
It must drive everyone crazy tying up|several floors to run these scenarios.
My people are happy to cooperate.
- Elliot certainly seems confident.
|- Top of his class in the Academy.
You should've seen him when I told him|about the training he'd been picked for.
I can imagine.
They should be emerging|from the access shaft on sublevel 27.
Looks like they've split up, George.
|Grogan just came out on sublevel 26.
Apparently Lieutenant Elliot is planning|on assaulting the briefing room from several points of access.
General.
Generals.
- What do you think of their strategy?|- It's hard to say.
- I think he knows it's a test.
|- How's that? I pulled him out of the gate room|just as SG-3 was coming back.
What's with those marines? Don't they|know we've got a scenario here? They were under heavy fire|from a Goa'uld.
Well, if he knows it's an exercise,|he won't show it.
However, he did appear|to enjoy shooting me.
In light of SG-3's emergency,|maybe we should call off the exercise.
I don't think so.
They all made it back.
And besides, Elliot's team's almost ready|to launch their attack on Dr Jackson.
I like this scenario way better than|the last one.
Have you tried this chair? - This is, like, really comfortable.
|- Indeed I have not.
(phone rings) - Hello?|- Have fun, Daniel.
You did tell them to take me prisoner|this time and not shoot me, right? Right? Hello? (shots fired) Dr Jackson? I'm so sorry.
- Rig the charge.
I'll get Grogan out.
|- Got it.
Come on.
Let's go.
That hurt a little.
- Did we pull it off?|- Almost.
Satterfield! Four.
- Did you?|- I set it.
Something's wrong.
Modelling clay doesn't pack|much of a punch, does it? We've been watching your every move|since your arrival.
- Welcome to Stargate Command.
|- Yes, sir.
You may have noticed I lied a little bit|about the foothold situation.
- But you were shot.
|- So it appeared.
- Hailey killed an SF.
|- The SFs were using blank cartridges.
Same as your backup weapons.
You staged the whole thing when you|shot that general at the training complex? - Yep.
|- It was important for us to know how you'd react in a real-life situation|before you encountered one off world.
- You weren't a little bit suspicious?|- No, sir.
- How did we do?|- The entire exercise was recorded, and will be properly reviewed|before making a final assessment.
But I'm sure you did very well.
We kicked ass! You got yourself shot again, Grogan.
|Don't be so cocky.
Yeah, thanks for the rescue, by the way.
Where's Lieutenant Hailey? Hailey, report.
Hailey.
She must still be in the gate room.
(technician)|Unscheduled offworld activation.
(alarm) Hailey, evacuate the gate room! Sir, I can't close the iris.
There's radiation|coming through the Stargate.
Sir, you have to order|an evacuation of this level.
This is Hammond.
All personnel|evacuate level 28 immediately.
This is not a drill.
|I repeat, this is not a drill.
What about Hailey? She's already dead.
What kinda radiation are we talkin' about? Gamma.
Probably from the Goa'uld|that SG-3 just barely got away from.
I'd like to know why in God's name|we were unable to close the iris.
In the test scenario, Lieutenant Hailey|was trying to shut down gate control.
She must've taken our controls offline.
- She's very smart, sir.
|- Apparently.
- We should head up to the security office.
|- We'll monitor the gate room from there.
I never thought she'd get around our|codes, and then we came under attack.
- It's a worst-case scenario.
|- What are our options? The only way is to manually close the iris.
|At these radiation levels it'd be suicide.
- Major?|- My access card, sir.
There he is.
Elliot, this is General Hammond.
|If you enter that gate room, you're going to be killed|by radiation poisoning.
Now, I'm ordering you - He's gonna get it closed.
|- That much radiation He's already dead, isn't he? Hailey's still alive!|We need a medical team down here! I say again, Hailey needs help in here! You've gotta be kidding me! - You can put me down now, hero.
|- You were in on it.
How do you think I was able to show you|nanobots if they didn't really exist? I'm gonna kill you.
You should've seen|what they put me through.
SG teams require the commitment to go|above and beyond the call of duty.
- You've just demonstrated that.
|- Yes, sir! After a few days' rest,|you're to report back to the SGC, where you will be assigned to SG-17|under Major Mansfield.
- If you think I was tough on you|- What about the rest of the team? They will be assigned to SG teams|as positions become available.
But the first assignment is yours.
- Yes, sir.
|- Congratulations, son.
Good job.
Hey! You knew it was a test|when you shot me, right? Well maybe suspected.
And you really think the test is over now? (alarm)
Talk fast.
Well, do you have any idea|how the Goa'uld escaped from the SGC? - None whatsoever.
|- What weapons might we be facing? Not a clue.
Anything else? Sorry, sir, I'm just|trying to assess the situation.
Two of my team were chasing a Goa'uld.
|They've been missing four hours.
That's the situation.
This building was the last-known location|of Major Carter and Daniel Jackson.
Elliot, have your team secure|the perimeter.
Keep your channel open.
Teal'c, you're with me.
Sir! We're not going in with you? Have your team secure the perimeter.
|Do you understand the order? - Yes, sir!|- Then do it, Lieutenant! Grogan, Satterfield.
|Cover the other side of the building.
- Yes, sir.
|- Hailey.
You're with me.
(beeping) Hold position.
- They're taking fire.
|- Grogan, stay where you are.
(O'Neill) Backup! Elliot, get off|the channel.
I say again, we need backup.
OK.
Move in.
Move in! - Drop your weapon, Major!|- (distorted) Daniel's become a Goa'uld! - She's the Goa'uld.
Listen to her voice.
|- Major, drop that weapon! I'm Tok'ra.
Now listen carefully.
|Daniel has become a Goa'uld.
- We need to get him back to the SGC.
|- She's already shot me once.
- If she shoots me again|- Drop it, Major! Now! Grogan.
What the hell was that? She was gonna shoot Dr Jackson.
|Two shots from a zat kills.
That's true,|but you're wrong about one thing.
(distorted)|She's the Tok'ra.
I'm the Goa'uld.
OK! So! We're all dead, and there's|an armed Goa'uld on the loose.
I got a problem with that.
Anybody else got a problem with that? Think it over.
|Report to the ready line in 20 minutes.
Dismissed.
Move! (distorted)|Aren't you bein' a little hard on 'em? - Will you turn that thing off?|- (distorted) Sorry.
No.
I wasn't bein' too hard on 'em.
- You hesitated, Lieutenant.
|- I was assessing the situation, sir.
OK.
We all ended up dead.
Assess that.
I stopped to argue with Grogan|and lost control.
And that wasn't even your first mistake! What's your excuse? I didn't believe|Dr Jackson was the Goa'uld.
- Why not, Satterfield?|- I don't know.
That was just my instinct.
She thinks he's cute.
You let your personal feelings|for the host, in this case Dr Jackson, get in the way of what needed to be done.
Yes, ma'am.
- Hailey?|- I was awaiting Lieutenant Elliot's order.
- To do what?|- Shoot 'em both.
If you don't know who's Goa'uld or Tok'ra,|disable them and sort it out later.
Thank you! That was your mistake.
|It's not always one or the other.
I understand that, sir.
May I ask how you and Teal'c|were taken out? - It was part of the scenario.
|- I don't buy it, sir.
- Excuse me?|- You're special-ops trained.
Teal'c is a former first prime.
There's no|way you'd allow yourself to be taken out.
- We were taken by surprise.
|- So you couldn't have called for backup.
- There had to be something else.
|- And that's why you hesitated? Yes, sir.
OK.
One of your team members distracted|you into getting shot by the enemy, and you want to poke holes|in the training scenario.
It wasn't a fair test.
There's such a thing as|overthinking a situation, Lieutenant.
When you're dealing|with what we deal with, you've got to think on your feet,|and think fast.
These and other clichés will be available to you all|for one more day of training with me.
After that you'll either be|assigned to an SG team or not.
Dismissed.
You realise he's right|about the scenario, sir.
Yeah, we'll have to fix that for next time.
- See you at the garage.
|- Yes, sir.
Good luck with them.
Colonel! - Something on your mind, Lieutenant?|- I apologise for the attitude I gave you.
I like people with attitude.
I much|prefer them to people who suck up.
That's not what I was doing, sir.
You want my approval?|You're a fine officer.
The Air Force has already decided that|or you wouldn't be here.
But not everyone|is cut out to go off world.
- I am.
|- You don't decide that.
What I'm trying to say, sir, is that I feel|like I've trained for this my whole life.
I don't intend to let it slip by.
See that you don't.
Maybe he's not on our side.
|Either that or he just doesn't like you.
- Oh, but he loves you.
|- I don't think he likes anybody.
You're wrong about that.
|He'd do anything for his team.
- How do you know?|- I saw him in action.
- He put his life on the line for us.
|- Yeah.
Tell us again, Hailey.
May be some detail|you left out the last ten times.
Hey.
Nobody gets assigned to an SG team without the recommendation|of an SG team commander.
It just so happened to be Colonel O'Neill's|turn, and I don't have a problem with that.
Why not? It means if we get chosen,|we were chosen by the best.
What happens if we don't? Then let's all decide, right here right now.
|We all make it.
Together.
Like the man said, it's not up to us.
You're wrong about that, too.
I'm going for a run.
Who's in? I'm in.
All right.
Later.
Colonel.
Thought you'd have|gone home for the night.
I thought about it.
But I wanted to finish up|these training reports.
What do you think of Lieutenant Elliot? He thinks too much,|which makes him indecisive.
He's trying to figure out what I want|instead of trusting his instincts.
Or he's very intelligent, recognises the|whole point of this training programme is to introduce non-terrestrial factors,|and he respects you more than you know.
You bought his excuse for hesitating,|didn't you? Well, he was right.
|You would never have let it happen.
I think he was giving you|the benefit of the doubt.
I think he was tap-dancing.
Well, you have to admit|he's got leadership potential.
Do l? Grogan.
He'll make a fine addition|to an SG team one day.
He'll make a fine target.
- He's good at gettin' shot.
|- OK.
Satterfield's bright.
I gave her high marks for her high|marks.
I'd never go into combat with her.
- Then there's Hailey.
|- Yeah.
Four-foot-nine fightin' machine.
- Colonel.
|- All right, fine.
They're the future of the Air Force,|the programme, the planet.
God help us.
- Try to remember being in their shoes.
|- I wore boots.
- Think back to when you were their age.
|- I was never their age.
Good night, sir.
What? Inside that building|is a valuable piece of alien technology.
Two things stand in your way.
|Opposing fire and time.
The Stargate is only open for another 12|minutes and it's a half a mile away.
Clear? Yes, sir! Conduct yourselves|as though this were the real thing.
The clock starts now!|Move 'em out, Lieutenant! Sir! Two by two advance! Go! Ten o'clock! Second level! - Yeah, sure, he's on our side!|- Grogan, you're with me! Hailey, Satterfield! Cover fire! Now! He broke contact.
- What the hell was that?|- Colonel's got his intar on max.
We've gotta keep moving.
|Can you get out on your own? - Yeah, I think so.
|- We've got seven minutes.
We'll need three to get to the gate|at a dead run.
Let's go.
I'm picking up some sort of radiation.
Here.
All right.
What do we got this time? Could be some sort of|Goa'uld power source.
- Wrap it up.
We don't have much time.
|- Yes, sir.
Whoa! - Dammit!|- What? Booby trap.
- It's counting down in Goa'uld.
|- How much time? - 90 seconds.
|- I can try to disarm it.
There's not enough time.
Well, what do you want me to do? - Where is it?|- We couldn't get the device, sir.
- It was booby-trapped.
|- Really? Five seconds.
- Did you try to disarm the device?|- Negative, sir.
We only had 90 seconds.
- Could you have disabled the device?|- I supported Lieutenant Elliot's decision.
I don't care if you support him or not!|Could you have disarmed the device? - Possibly.
|- I put the lives of my team members first.
Really? Where's Grogan? - I ordered him to get out.
|- Did you see him get out? - No, sir.
|- Grogan was just killed in that explosion.
- He should've been here by now.
|- You left one of your team behind.
That is one thing|I will not tolerate, Lieutenant! (phone rings) - O'Neill.
|- Saved by the cell.
Sorry.
The colonel shot me again.
|How did we do? - You were killed in the explosion.
|- And I washed out.
- You don't know that.
|- Guys, something's going on.
Sierra Golf niner.
|Code Foxtrot Alpha six.
- Maybe he's ordering our execution.
|- Shut up.
Confirm.
Foothold Sierra Golf Charlie.
Understood.
Out.
- Training's over.
|- What? Training's over.
Go home|until the Air Force contacts you.
- Sir, I think we deserve to know|- Dammit! What am I gonna have to do? Wait here.
- He said "Sierra Golf Charlie".
|- Stargate Command.
- He also said the word "foothold".
|- Alien incursion.
- Lieutenant.
|- Everybody set their intars to maximum.
- Those are our guys!|- Do it, Grogan.
- We have to help him.
|- Hold your position.
- You're all dismissed.
|- Colonel, you're injured.
Stay together.
|Don't trust anybody until I contact you.
- You're injured.
You need help.
|- This is not an exercise.
No, sir.
It's a foothold situation.
And it's|outside of the SGC.
You need our help.
Forgive my bluntness, Lieutenant,|but I was just about to fail you! - I'm not sure I want your help!|- I can't speak to that, sir.
But at the moment we're all you've got.
God help me.
What's our first objective|once we make it down? - Armoury.
|- Then what? Then we look for Major Carter, if she's|alive.
She's the one who got the word out.
What happens|if they change the access codes? Tear gas.
- Clear.
|- Lieutenant, take point.
- Carter's lab's on sublevel 19.
|- Yes, sir.
- We're not authorised to use lethal force.
|- I want you to have backup.
Just in case.
Major Carter has escaped custody.
You will search sublevels 14 through 20|until she is located.
Daniel Jackson.
General Hammond|has been captured by my forces.
And he's the last to be conformed.
I've|dispatched units to locate Major Carter.
She will be put to death|as you have ordered.
Gather up any weapons you find|and lock them up somewhere.
We could use 'em.
You've got enough intar rounds|to take out everybody in the mountain three times over,|plus your backup weapons.
I think I found something.
All right.
This is a problem.
- The gate's active, sir.
|- Can we shut it down from here? No chance.
The dialling computer's|isolated from the base mainframe.
Then that's our first order of business.
Looks like their leader is Dr Jackson.
I always knew he wanted that office.
- What is that?|- It's not our normal centrepiece.
OK, so he's just possessed by something.
|We gotta save him.
Hailey.
|Can you get me a closer view on that? I'll try.
- I can't make out the writing.
|- Maybe Dr Jackson took photos.
Check out his office, one level up.
|Grogan, make sure she gets there.
- Report when you've got something.
|- Yes, sir.
Hailey.
You and I'll shut down the gate.
- Let's move out.
Aagh!|- Sir.
You're in no shape to do this.
I've been worse.
We can handle this, sir.
|You're no good to us if you're dead.
Stay on channel 12.
This gets you anywhere in the base.
Remember those are|our people out there.
- We'll get 'em back, sir.
|- Yeah.
Damn.
Oh, wrong turn! We're not here on the tour, Satterfield.
Right.
- I didn't have a choice.
|- You did the right thing.
- I've never|- Hailey! Let's get him outta sight.
I've got it.
- Lieutenant, Satterfield.
|- What have you got? Photos of the device|that reveal an obscure dialect SG-1 found on the planet|Argos, P3X-8596.
Rough translation: "Gift from on high.
" I think we're looking at|a Goa'uld Trojan Horse.
- Colonel, are you reading this?|- Yeah, I read you.
That's enough chatter.
The Goa'uld Pelops used nanotechnology|to rapidly age the people on Argos.
- Let's get a blood sample from an SF.
|- First we shut down the gate.
(phone rings) O'Neill.
Yeah.
I got 'em.
- Elliot, get outta there! That's an order.
|- Colonel, we're at the gate room.
- Pull back to my position.
|- Yes, sir.
Oh, my God,|this blood is teeming with nanobots.
The nanobots must somehow|make people responsive to the suggestions from the alien device|we saw in the briefing room.
So the nanobots work together|as a receiver.
Well, that's how they worked on Argos.
|Right, Colonel? I was a hundred years old at the time.
|The memory's the first to go.
Maybe we can find out how|they communicate with the master.
There are no signals being transmitted.
We need to shut down|the device in the briefing room.
That level's heavily guarded.
We still need to|get control of the Stargate.
If we take out the briefing room,|you'll have a better chance to get into the gate room|and lock out the dialling computer.
That's the plan, then.
Take corridor C-19.
Sir.
They're on their way.
Major Carter.
- What are you doing here?|- Just helping out, ma'am.
- Check the major for weapons.
|- She was captured.
We can't trust her.
I escaped.
Where's Colonel O'Neill? We'll take you to him.
She's clear.
This way, please.
Colonel.
- I was about to interrogate the prisoner.
|- No! You weren't.
Step away from the prisoner,|please, Colonel.
Colonel O'Neill's been compromised.
|I'll take it from here.
Lieutenant, you've only been gone|for two minutes.
There's no way that - You saw what he was doing.
|- Why'd you pull us out? - It was an ambush.
A trap.
|- I don't buy it, sir.
Look I am your commanding officer.
Return Satterfield's weapon,|please, Major.
We've got a job to do.
- How did you know to trust me?|- Hailey figured the Goa'uld markers in your blood wouldn't allow you to be|influenced by Goa'uld nanotechnology.
Lucky me.
- Yes, ma'am.
|- I need to stay here to work on a cure.
- Can you take out the device alone?|- Yes, ma'am.
- You'll also need to|- Shut down the Stargate.
Yes, ma'am.
- We're on it.
|- Good luck, Lieutenant.
Whoops.
- Everybody clear on your assignments?|- Yeah.
Grogan.
|Just make sure you take out Daniel.
It's done.
"Colonel O'Neill|has been compromised?!" Well, they didn't take corridor C-19|like you told them to.
Crafty little buggers! - At least we pulled it off.
|- Yeah.
Ow! You did order them to set their|training weapons to maximum stun.
Yes, I did.
But it was only because|Daniel's had it so easy on this one.
Is everybody upstairs? General Hammond and the Pentagon staff|are monitoring from the security office.
Sir, if you don't mind,|your wound is getting all over my lab.
Sorry.
Same wager as last time, George? That's hardly fair.
|These young people are against SG-1 .
- I'll give you double or nothing.
|- Well, in that case, how can I refuse? You never could.
So how's the pilot training programme|so far? The latest graduates working out? We believe they are faring better|than new team members in the past.
Makes sense.
Up to now we've only|trained people to defend this country.
- Now that we're defending the planet|- That's exactly right.
In fact, in next year's SGC budget I am|proposing an offworld training facility.
It must drive everyone crazy tying up|several floors to run these scenarios.
My people are happy to cooperate.
- Elliot certainly seems confident.
|- Top of his class in the Academy.
You should've seen him when I told him|about the training he'd been picked for.
I can imagine.
They should be emerging|from the access shaft on sublevel 27.
Looks like they've split up, George.
|Grogan just came out on sublevel 26.
Apparently Lieutenant Elliot is planning|on assaulting the briefing room from several points of access.
General.
Generals.
- What do you think of their strategy?|- It's hard to say.
- I think he knows it's a test.
|- How's that? I pulled him out of the gate room|just as SG-3 was coming back.
What's with those marines? Don't they|know we've got a scenario here? They were under heavy fire|from a Goa'uld.
Well, if he knows it's an exercise,|he won't show it.
However, he did appear|to enjoy shooting me.
In light of SG-3's emergency,|maybe we should call off the exercise.
I don't think so.
They all made it back.
And besides, Elliot's team's almost ready|to launch their attack on Dr Jackson.
I like this scenario way better than|the last one.
Have you tried this chair? - This is, like, really comfortable.
|- Indeed I have not.
(phone rings) - Hello?|- Have fun, Daniel.
You did tell them to take me prisoner|this time and not shoot me, right? Right? Hello? (shots fired) Dr Jackson? I'm so sorry.
- Rig the charge.
I'll get Grogan out.
|- Got it.
Come on.
Let's go.
That hurt a little.
- Did we pull it off?|- Almost.
Satterfield! Four.
- Did you?|- I set it.
Something's wrong.
Modelling clay doesn't pack|much of a punch, does it? We've been watching your every move|since your arrival.
- Welcome to Stargate Command.
|- Yes, sir.
You may have noticed I lied a little bit|about the foothold situation.
- But you were shot.
|- So it appeared.
- Hailey killed an SF.
|- The SFs were using blank cartridges.
Same as your backup weapons.
You staged the whole thing when you|shot that general at the training complex? - Yep.
|- It was important for us to know how you'd react in a real-life situation|before you encountered one off world.
- You weren't a little bit suspicious?|- No, sir.
- How did we do?|- The entire exercise was recorded, and will be properly reviewed|before making a final assessment.
But I'm sure you did very well.
We kicked ass! You got yourself shot again, Grogan.
|Don't be so cocky.
Yeah, thanks for the rescue, by the way.
Where's Lieutenant Hailey? Hailey, report.
Hailey.
She must still be in the gate room.
(technician)|Unscheduled offworld activation.
(alarm) Hailey, evacuate the gate room! Sir, I can't close the iris.
There's radiation|coming through the Stargate.
Sir, you have to order|an evacuation of this level.
This is Hammond.
All personnel|evacuate level 28 immediately.
This is not a drill.
|I repeat, this is not a drill.
What about Hailey? She's already dead.
What kinda radiation are we talkin' about? Gamma.
Probably from the Goa'uld|that SG-3 just barely got away from.
I'd like to know why in God's name|we were unable to close the iris.
In the test scenario, Lieutenant Hailey|was trying to shut down gate control.
She must've taken our controls offline.
- She's very smart, sir.
|- Apparently.
- We should head up to the security office.
|- We'll monitor the gate room from there.
I never thought she'd get around our|codes, and then we came under attack.
- It's a worst-case scenario.
|- What are our options? The only way is to manually close the iris.
|At these radiation levels it'd be suicide.
- Major?|- My access card, sir.
There he is.
Elliot, this is General Hammond.
|If you enter that gate room, you're going to be killed|by radiation poisoning.
Now, I'm ordering you - He's gonna get it closed.
|- That much radiation He's already dead, isn't he? Hailey's still alive!|We need a medical team down here! I say again, Hailey needs help in here! You've gotta be kidding me! - You can put me down now, hero.
|- You were in on it.
How do you think I was able to show you|nanobots if they didn't really exist? I'm gonna kill you.
You should've seen|what they put me through.
SG teams require the commitment to go|above and beyond the call of duty.
- You've just demonstrated that.
|- Yes, sir! After a few days' rest,|you're to report back to the SGC, where you will be assigned to SG-17|under Major Mansfield.
- If you think I was tough on you|- What about the rest of the team? They will be assigned to SG teams|as positions become available.
But the first assignment is yours.
- Yes, sir.
|- Congratulations, son.
Good job.
Hey! You knew it was a test|when you shot me, right? Well maybe suspected.
And you really think the test is over now? (alarm)