All language subtitles for Stargate SG-1 - S06E20 REMUX.eng

All right, everyone,
on your toes.

Major Gant, report.

A ship just exited a hyperspace
window off our port bow, colonel.

Goa'uld vessel, sir.
Hat'ak class.

Sound general quarters.

Goa'uld vessel closing
on our position.

They're arming weapons, sir.

Shields at maximum.

Load missile bays
one through four

and charge the primary
weapons system. Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

God, that's annoying.

I believe colonel Ronson has
issued a call for battle stations.

Again.

Have we not
been assigned

to participate in the
damage-control effort?

Yes, and if there's
ever any damage,

I'll do my best
to controlit.

Right now I want
to talk to Ronson.

Goa'uld vessel
is within range, sir.

Weapons officer.
Prepare to fire.

He's the weapons officer.

You'd think he'd already
be prepared. Indeed.

The bridge isn't exactly where you're
supposed to be during a battle drill.

No.

I've been meaning
to talk to you about that.

Can it wait until we're not
in the middle of a drill?

When are we not
in the middle of a drill?

Okay, we'll talk
about it later.

Teal'c, prepare to assist
in damage control.

I am prepared, O'Neill.

See how melodramatic
that sounds?

It's unnecessary.

Where were we?

To be honest with you, sir,

I feel like
we're getting in the way here.

SG-1 has valuable experience

with both hyperspace travel
and the prometheus itself.

Besides,
your mission to p7x 009

shouldn't take
more than a few hours.

General greer and I just want
you there for the shakedown cruise.

In the unlikely event
of an emergency?

Something like that.

Enjoy the ride, colonel.

Hammond out.

This is prometheus,

requesting go-ahead
for mission start.

Prometheus, this is vandenberg.
You have an affirmative

for hyperspace
window activation.

Roger that.

Major, we have a go.

Yes, sir.
Activating window.

Run level one diagnostics
on all weapons systems,

including shields.

Ring transport?

Hit all of them.

Set up a hull-breach
simulation for 0500.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

Jack.

You've got yourself
a fine crew here, Ronson.

You've got a pretty
solid team yourself.

Yeah.
Speaking of that...

Jack, I know that
in the event

of a real situation
with the Goa'uld,

you feel that your place
would be on the bridge...

Well, if not me, you'd be a
fool not to take advantage

of Teal'c's expertise,
and Carter is a genius...

You're absolutely right,

but you're just along
for the shakedown cruise.

My crew needs to be able
to count on me

and on each other
after you're gone.

I guess I can respect that.

Besides, I highly doubt we'll run
into the Goa'uld on this mission.

We just dropped
out of hyperspace.

Carter, Teal'c,
meet me on the bridge.

Major?

We were supposed to
be in hyperspace

for another

I don't know
what happened.

What's our position?

40.62 light-years
short of the target, sir.

Something must have caused the
hyperdrive to shut down automatically.

The only way
for that to happen

is if the computer
detected some instability

in the naquadria
powering the engines.

He's right, sir.
Diagnostics show

a massive power surge
in the hyperdrive.

The failsafes kicked in
and shut it down.

Have you begun
restart procedures?

I've tried, but the computer
wouldn't allow start-up.

Carter?

You promised me it would work.

It did work.

No, it didn't.

The hyperdrive
was been fitted with a buffer,

like a surge protector.

It was designed
to modulate

extreme fluctuations
in the energy

coming from
the naquadria.

This shouldn't be happening.

Yet it is happening.

Yetit is.

Something must have
damaged the buffer.

With your permission,
I'd like to take a look.

Yeah. Me too.

Take major Gant with you.

Report back to me
as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Well, we were right.

Something caused
the buffer to overload.

It's more or less fried.

It was created to handle
massive amounts of energy.

Gravity waves.

I just checked
the ship's sensor log.

We passed through an intense
gravity wave from a collapsing star.

Well, that would explain it.

It was too much
for the buffer to handle.

The hyperdrive engines
are still intact,

and we still
have the naquadria.

Yeah, but we have
no way of regulating it.

There's no way to calculate
the distance we've traveled

because of naquadria's
inherent instability.

We could end up
anywhere.

Well, if he was
going to help out,

he'd have shown by now.

Who?

Thor.

Little guy? Gray.

I know who Thor is.

The asgard have proven
valuable in similar situations.

Carter?

I'm afraid
it doesn't look good, sir.

Even if were able
to write a subroutine

into the computer
to bypass the buffer,

we'd still risk
the reactor going critical.

Use whatever you need
to repair the buffer.

Cannibalize whatever systems
you deem necessary.

With all due respect,
colonel, I can't.

Carter?

Sir, helped design
the buffer module.

I can tell you right now

there is no possible way
I can make it operational,

not with what we have
on this ship.

It's like a lightbulb
that's burned out...

You can't just fix it.

Do we have any extra bulbs?

There's no redundancy
for that particular system.

So you're saying
there's no redundancy?

If we were to plot
a course for earth

using maximum sublight thrust,

it would take years...

We don't have the supplies.

Not to mention
the relativistic effects.

That buffer
has to be repaired.

Actually, there may be
another solution.

According to the cartouche,

there is a planet
38 light-years

from our current position...

P3x-744.

Now, we've tried dialing it
unsuccessfully in the past,

but if it's on the cartouche,

then there had to be
a gate there at some point.

Perhaps it may be buried.

If we could make it
there and gate home,

we could get what we need
to repair to the ship.

We're still talking about a four-month
journey using sublight engines.

We'd never make it.

We use the hyperdrive.

I thought
we couldn't do that.

For a protracted
period of time, no.

744 would be
a pretty short hop.

The shorter
the burst of energy required,

the less chance
of instability.

That's what I'm thinking.

It's your call...

But I don't see
how we have much choice.

Major Gant,
plot a course for 744.

Now orbiting p3x 744, sir.

Any port
in a storm, eh?

Good work, people.

Sir, computers are detecting a rapid
energy build-up in the naquadria cells.

Shut down power
to the reactor.

Controls will not
respond, sir.

The reaction is continuing
uncontrolled.

The jump must have
triggered a power surge

that overloaded
the reactor control systems.

Sir, without the buffer, we
have no way to stop the build-up.

We have a few minutes before
the naquadria reactor goes critical.

Standby to jettison
the reactor module.

Yes, sir.

If I'm wrong about there
being a Stargate on this planet,

we're losing our only
means of getting home.

It would appear
there is little choice.

Bring shields
and sublight engines online.

We're not going to be
ableto get very far away

before it blows.

Then we're about to find out
just how good our shields are.

All hands,
brace for impact.

Reactor module separation
on my Mark.

Three, two, one, Mark.

Module jettisoned.

Get us clear.
Full military thrust.

Damage report!

An electromagnetic pulse
penetrated the shields!

Primary computer systems
are down.

All we have
is artificial gravity

and life support
on most decks.

Casualties?

None reported.

How soon until
we get systems back online?

It's too early to say, sir.

I'd like to assist
if I may.

Please do, major.

Colonel Ronson,

I'm picking up
incoming bogies,

originating
from the planet's surface,

closing on our position,
heading this way.

Can you identify them?

Velocity and size
indicate some sort of

long-range
ballistic weapon, sir.

We're under attack.

Missiles
are on an intercept course.

Evasive action.
Take us out of orbit.

We can't maneuver, sir.

All right.

Arm weapons.
We'll try to take them out.

Weapons control
is down, sir.

How long
before they hit?

Three minutes.

That's not enough time to
get systems back online, sir.

Colonel, they only
launched their missiles

after we exploded our
hyperdrive above their atmosphere.

It could have very well
looked like an attack.

I agree, sir.

Based on the weapons
they fired,

they're obviously
a fairly sophisticated race.

The em pulse
that knocked out

most of
our computer systems

could have had
the same impact on the planet.

Then how were they able
to launch missiles?

Ballistic missile sites on
earth are shielded for emp.

Let's talk to them.

Two minutes to missile impact.

I can broadcast
on multiple frequencies.

If they're listening,
they'll pick it up. Do it.

This is
colonel Jack O'Neill

of the United States
air force vessel prometheus.

Can anyone hear me down there?

The explosion that happened
in orbit over your planet

was an accident.

The resulting em pulse
damaged our ship

and we are defenseless
against your attack.

We've come a long way
to meet you folks,

so if there's
anything you could do

to, you know,
stop those missiles...

One minute to impact.

Lock down all compartments
and brace for impact.

We'd very much
like the opportunity

to land
and introduce ourselves,

but if you destroy our ship,

that's going to be...

Very difficult.

Missiles self-destructed
at 17,000 meters.

This is commander kalfas
of the tagrean security force.

We will transmit
landing coordinates.

Kalfas out.

Not exactly
an engraved invitation, but...

I would prefer not landing

until we have our shields
and weapons back online.

We should have systems
back up within a few minutes, sir.

The guy you talked to
is commander kalfas.

The name of the planet
is tagrea.

Kalfas. Tagrea. Got it.

Sir, I've been scanning for naquadah
traces with the ship's sensors

in an effort to determine
the location of the Stargate.

So far, I've got nothing.

Could the cartouche
be incorrect?

It hasn't been wrong yet.

If they don't accept our
apology, finding the Stargate's

going to be the least
of our problems.

Drop your weapons immediately.

Howdy, fellas.

Colonel Jack O'Neill,
United States...

Several powerful weapons are
aimed at both you and your ship.

Air force...

Disarm yourselves,
or you will be fired upon.

This is not negotiable.

I believe he is being
sincere in his threat, O'Neill.

I guess we have to start
trusting them at some point.

Yeah.

I take it we have you to thank
for destroying the missiles

before they hit our ship,

thus saving our lives?

There was something in
your voice that I trusted.

Did I mention we're sorry?

Knowing that the em pulse
caused damage to your ship,

I'm willing to accept
that it was unintentional.

I'm not
so willing.

Power has been restored
to the cities affected, kalfas.

There was
considerable impact

on our economic systems.

They will recover.

We still don't know
the extent of the damage.

Nothing...

Compared to the event

of meeting a race of people
from another world

for the very first time.

It Is aprofound
moment for us.

You have said
that tagrea holds the key

to returning
to your home planet.

Could you be more specific?

Chairman ashwan,

we believe you possess
a piece of alien technology

that is capable of
transporting living matter

across the galaxy.

We'd like to borrow
your Stargate.

I'm sorry, our "Stargate"?

Kind of a ring thing?

Comes with a dialer,
you hit the symbols,

it spins around,
and lights come on,

it kind of flushes sideways.

It looks like...

This.

Once it's activated,

it is ableto
transport you

from one planet to another
instantaneously.

In this case, from tagrea
to our planet, earth.

They seek
the ring of the gods.

If that's what you
want to call it.

"Ring of the gods" is good.

Please, understand.

This device you seek,
the Stargate,

I regret to tell you, but...

It's amyth.

There has never been
a shred of evidence

to prove its existence.

Have you looked around?
Just...

If you Grant us access to
your historical data,

we might be able to shed
some light on the situation.

No. Your freedom of movement
is not negotiable.

Once this meeting
is over,

you are to return
to your vessel

and stay there
unless further instructed.

In the meantime,

I will have some basic historical
data delivered to your ship.

Mr. Chairman...

If you do
somehow succeed

in proving the existence
of this Stargate,

we will be glad
to help you locate it

as an act of good faith
between our two worlds.

Thank you, ashwan.

They may well be gathering
information for an invasion.

Even if you're right, knowing
our history will do no harm.

But, kalfas...

What if this ring
does exist?

Imagine,
after all these centuries,

finding a piece of our past.

And what if our past
was buried for a good reason?

Travelers from another world
are seeking our help.

How goes the homework?

Besides the language,
there's almost nothing

to indicate how
these people got here.

No archaeological data,
no ancient writings.

No documentation
of any artifacts.

I have found no mention
of the chappai,

nor any other technology
used by the Goa'uld.

That's a little weird.

The Goa'uld
are damn litterbugs.

They usually leave
a lot of crap behind.

That is most often
the case.

If this is a comprehensive
history of tagrea,

it's a joke.

There's nothing here dating
further back than 300 years.

Maybe a year is longer
on this planet.

Maybe, sir,
but even so,

without an idea of where
the tagreans came from,

we have no way
of finding the Stargate.

So, either they are hiding
something from us, or...

Or their entire past
has been erased.

You invited them
for dinner?

I was thinking
more of a brunch.

To be honest, colonel,
we offered it in exchange

for access
to their central archives.

A library pass for
a tour of the ship.

And when were you going to
inform me of this arrangement?

Now.

You know, I can appreciate
that you want to get home,

but my first priority

is the security
of this ship and crew...

Ronson, your ship and crew
are going nowhere

unless we find that gate.

I just don't like the idea

of giving a guided tour
of prometheus

to the same people

who've got gun batteries
aimed at us.

We'd do the same
damn thing.

Colonel Ronson, we need
these people to get home,

and we didn't exactly make
a good first impression.

We'll do this
little barbecue of yours,

but that's as far as I go.

Do we have a barbecue?

How many planets
has SG-1 been to?

133.

And on each of them,

the ones inhabited
by humans at least,

there's been some indication
of their origins, right?

I mean,
a temple, some ruins...

It Is indeed a mystery,
Jonas Quinn.

A Goa'uld would not bring
this many tauri to a new world

and not force them to build
monuments in his honor.

Well, I don't care
how hard you try,

you can't erase history.

Something has to remain.

We just need
to find it.

We are being watched.

The guy half hiding
behind the bookshelf?

He's been casing us
since we got here.

And not very well, either.

Most impressive.

And you say
much of the technology

incorporated into your
vessel is of alien origin?

Yes...

Most of the key systems,
in fact.

It's one thing
to build a ship,

it's another
to fly it across the galaxy.

We haven't quite gotten
that part straightened out yet.

We use a rare element
called naquadria

to power our
hyperdrive engines,

but it can be
extremely unstable.

In fact, that instability

ultimately led to the
explosion above your planet.

We had to eject the reactor.

Why use such a dangerous
substance to power your ship?

I've asked
the same question.

For the time being, naquadria is
our shortcut to interstellar travel.

More stable forms of energy

simply don't provide enough
power to run the hyperdrive.

Several of my advisors
have expressed concern

that this is
a military vessel.

What would you have me
say to them?

That they're right.

Prometheus
was designed primarily

for defensive purposes.

From these Goa'uld
you mentioned? Yes.

Without
your main source of power?

With or without
the naquadria reactor,

this ship is more than capable

of defending itself
against attack.

May I introduce
colonel William Ronson,

commander
of the prometheus.

It is an honor.

I assure you, colonel, we would
not attack without provocation.

There are several gun
batteries aimed at my ship, sir.

We must defend ourselves
from any action you might take.

For example, should
chairman ashwan and I

fail to appear
at a specific time,

my men have orders
to fire those batteries.

Then perhaps we had
better continue the tour.

Please, major Carter,
after you.

Thank you, sir.

Sir.

May we be of assistance?

Forgive me.
I did not want to intrude.

My name is Tarek solamon.

I am a professor of mathematics
here at the university.

Well, I'm Jonas Quinn.
This is teal'c.

If you were curious,
you should have come over.

With respect, Mr. Quinn,

it isnotyou
I was curious about.

It Is what you seek
that interests me.

Continue.

You seek evidence
of the ring of the gods.

I believe
I can help you find it.

I hope everything
is satisfactory.

We weren't expecting
to host a formal dinner

when we started this mission.

It is fascinating

to realize we are eating food

grown and prepared on a
world millions of light-years away.

And frozen
millions of years ago.

It's the best
we have on board.

Mr. Chairman,

we couldn't help but notice
in our research

that your history seems
limited to the last 300 years.

Prior to our recorded history,

our people endured

a long and terrible dark age,

one they desperately
wished to forget,

thus only after tagrea
emerged from this black era

did historians begin again
to record events.

But that means that you're missing
thousands of years of your past.

Yes.

Aren't you curious?

Well, it's hardly
a question of choice, colonel.

Even if we wished to know
our ancient history,

there is none to study.

All evidence of it
was destroyed centuries ago.

We believe
what came before year zero

has no intrinsic value
to our society.

The society of the new era

has no need to know
how they suffered.

On earth,

we study our past
to learn from it.

Whereas we believe
nostalgia is a sign of weakness.

I'm sure both points
of view have merit.

Well said, major.

A drink to history.

And to the future.

Colonel O'Neill,
major Carter.

The meal was...

Interesting.

Glad you liked it.

He didn't say that.

Well, I did.
Thank you.

You know, now that
we've gotten

to know each other
a little better,

do you think having
those guns pointed at us

is completely necessary?

Would your colonel Ronson
not be as vigilant?

Yes. I'm sure he would.

Mr. Chairman?

Go, kalfas. I will
join you in a moment.

I apologize for
commander kalfas' behavior.

Diplomacy is not his strength.

Yes. We share that quality
in common.

Since I took office,

I have been perceived publicly

as being weak
in matters of civic defense.

As a result,

kalfas has
growing political support.

Our arrival hasn't
helped things much, has it?

No.

I only hope his mistrust
does not interfere

with your quest
for the Stargate.

I believe finding it would be

a great discovery
for our people.

Please excuse
the state of my office.

So, you said
you could help us find

the ring of the gods.

How?

With these.

I spent a lifetime
collecting them.

Relics from before my people

turned their back
on their god.

To which god
are you referring?

Our creator. Horus.

Only a few of us
dare believe in him.

It is the symbol of heru-ur.

You know him?

Heru-ur is not a god.
He is a Goa'uld.

He is the one who made us.

The relics speak of him
as the creator of all life.

The one who spoke us
into existence.

More likely, he's the one
who enslaved your ancestors

and brought them here
from earth.

Heru-ur must have abandoned
your people many years ago

when the resources he sought
were depleted.

Then the tagreans
must have tried to destroy

all evidence of their former
god as an act of defiance,

including everything to do
with the Stargate.

They did not
destroy everything.

This remains.

My understanding
of this language

is extremely limited,

but it appears to be

an etching of something
called a "Shap eye".

A chappa!

This text

is a slight variation
of predynastic Egyptian.

It's beautiful.

This section right here

says heru-ur's Stargate
can be found...

In a great desert
to the north.

It must mean
the wastelands of anhur.

They lie far beyond the city.

I have found
many of my artifacts there.

Really?

Guys?

We'd like to take
a little field trip.

They want to be taken to coordinates
somewhere in the wastelands.

Then take them.

I think that's a mistake.

Because they may find

something
you do not wish them to find?

If this is some sort
of reconnaissance...

You're being
ridiculous.

And you
are being reckless.

Representatives from another
world have come to tagrea.

Another world.
Do you understand?

And what's more,
they seek our help.

We don't even know
their true intentions.

Or what they can offer us...

An exchange
of knowledge and technology.

The Stargate could open up
the universe for our people.

A universe of
potential enemies.

I demand that you reconsider.

We cannot undo
what has happened.

The difference is, kalfas,
I would not if I could.

They are here,

and we must deal with them
one way or another.

I prefer to help.

And I prefer to...

Now, have them taken
to the coordinates.

As you wish.

The Stargate
should be located

directly in the middle
of the second...

And third monument.

Are you certain,
Jonas Quinn?

No. But that's
what it says.

Jonas.

You think
that's a cover stone?

Indeed.

"Here lies
the chappa'I of heru-ur,

"false god
to the people of tagrea.

May it never know
the daylight again."

The ring exists.

O'Neill.

What's up, t?

I believe
we have located the Stargate.

Well, that's good news.

We will require assistance
to retrieve it.

I'll talk to ashwan.

Nice job.

Jonas!

It looks good.
It looks intact.

Well, let's give it a shot.

Kalfas. What're you doing?

I'm taking back
what belongs to my people.

Kalfas' actions
are outrageous.

Tell him to stand down.

I have done exactly
that, colonel. He refuses.

He claims to be protecting
tagrea's security.

Have him arrested.

Kalfas commands a great
loyalty among many in the military.

Challenging him
would only lead to civil war.

Sir, we could use
the prometheus.

Her weapons would be more
than a match for kalfas' troops.

There is still
that nagging problem

of all the guns pointed at it.

I chose the commander
of those gun batteries myself.

He is loyal to me.

Colonel, I give you my word,
he will not fire upon your ship.

Kalfas...

You have no idea
what you're dealing with.

I know our ancestors buried
this device for a reason.

Maybe
they were wrong.

Maybe it's time for you to
stop being afraid of the past?

It's not the past
I'm concerned about.

It's the future.

Having assessed our strength,

you would undoubtedly
return in greater numbers.

You have nothing to fear
from the tauri.

We just want
to fix our ship.

Our people can become friends,

they can exchange knowledge,
even trade.

We'll even teach you
how to use the Stargate.

Yes. You will teach me
how to use it.

They're holding
two of my men prisoner.

We need the ship.

Our shields are still down,
Jack.

If we take off and they
open fire with those guns...

Ashwan promised
they wouldn't.

He just lost control
of his government,

and I'm going to trust my crew
to hisword?

Yes. That's what
you're going to do.

Jack,

you're asking me to risk
everyone on this ship.

If that is so,
colonel Ronson,

then I will be taking
the same risk.

You may launch
your vessel when ready.

You will not be fired upon.

Major Gant.

Fire up the
sublight engines.

Arm all available
weapons

and prepare
to return fire...

On my orders only.

That will not be necessary,
colonel.

Let's hope
the old man is right,

orthis is going to be
a short ride.

No sign of weapon fire
from the gun batteries, sir.

I think we're clear.

Very well.

Proceed to the coordinates
at one-third thrust.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you're up
to this, Mr. Chairman?

Things could get out of hand
down there.

I am not afraid, major.

I should have done this
a long time ago.

This is Ronson.
We're in position.

Roger that.

Prometheus, hold your fire
until my signal.

Prometheus
has your six, SG-1.

Kalfas,
this has gone far enough.

Release these men.

Hold your positions.

We cannot let him hand
this device over to the aliens.

Commander kalfas...

He's a good man,

a cautious man.

But he thinks,
as our ancestors did,

that it is better to control
what we do not understand,

to Bury it
so it cannot harm us.

I too once thought
as he does,

but no longer.

These "aliens"
who kalfas fears so much

are not conquerors.

They are long-lost brethren.

Look at it.

This is where we came from.

This is who we are.

Our ancestors
erased our history

out of fear,

and yet without our history,

we cannot know who we are...

Or what we may
some day become.

I will not make
that same mistake.

I am relieving you
of your command.

You and your men
will stand down.

I said, lower your weapons!

Take him away.

Didn't know
you had that in you.

Neither did I.

We'll be back in a few days

with some equipment
to repair our ship.

Until then,
colonel Ronson and his crew

will be our honored guests.

Join us at a state dinner
upon your return.

Hey, thanks, Tarek.

Thank you. I hope
you will soon return.

There is much to learn
about our history.

Yeah, we can definitely
help you out there,

but I think you know more
than most people on your planet.

I have a feeling this guy's going
to be getting a bigger office soon.