All language subtitles for Stargate SG-1 - S08E04 - Zero Hour.eng

Previously on Stargate SG-1.

- I am Ba'al.
- As in boccie?

The city we've been looking for
is under the ice of Antarctica.

We came all this way just to find out
that we have to go all the way back.

Power source.

This Ancient weapon,
such an advanced piece of technology.

The power requirements
must be enormous.

I wish to request asylum.

My fleet was destroyed
before I came here.

Perhaps I could be
of some use to you here.

General Hammond
is being promoted.

Any idea who we're gonna
be stuck with?

Brigadier GeneralJack O'Neill.

I've spent my whole life
stickin' it to the man.

I don't think I can be the man.

Morning, sir.

Walter.

At 0730 this morning, SG-8 made
scheduled contact from P6J-908.

They requested permission to bring an
alien life-form back for further study.

Sir, it's just a plant.

Your 0830 debriefing is SG-2, regarding
their recent mission to P8F-809.

Folder's on your desk, along with the
personnel files you have yet to review.

How many do I have left?

All of them.

Right.

Colonel Rudnell has asked me
to show you some bunting samples...

and Captain Corrigan's still awaiting
approval on the buffet menu.

Bunting.

- John.
- General.

You are aware of the fact...

that this is the most secure military
facility on the face of the planet.

Actually, sir, there are still
a number of issues to be resolved.

1000 hours, sir.

Thank you.

Sorry, sir.

General O'Neill, Mark Gilmour.

- He's your new administrative aide.
- General.

- Did I order a new-
- No, sir.

- Do I really need-
- Yes, sir.

Civilian?

I've been an analyst at the CIA
for the last eight years.

Mostly background checks,
but I did have top-level clearance.

He was assigned by
General Hammond. Yeah.

In that case...

welcome aboard.

- How about if I give you a tour?
- Had one, sir.

Dang.

Very exciting to finally
see it all in action.

General, your 0830.

Yes.

You're here to assist me, right?
How about you dive into those-

Sir, sir. You really need to
read the file yourself.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you, Walter.

- Does Mr. Gilmour have-
- Follow me.

He's not like other generals.

Actually, he's not
like other people.

I take it I've got
some catching up to do.

Yeah. And those are just the files
pertinent to today's agenda.

I'd better get started.

I can't tell you how happy
we all are to have you here.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Really, really happy.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm in position.

No, sir.
He does not suspect a thing.

Nothing in peridot?

Traditionally, sir, this type of
event calls for red, white and blue.

General Hammond is on the phone
from the Pentagon...

and SG-1 is here
for the 1300 briefing.

Thank you.

Walter, I just don't have
the decorating gene. Would you mind?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

General, how are you?

I know, sir, but every time I open my
mouth to say George, "General" comes out.

- Okay.
- General.

Colonel. We've all met.

Yes. Actually, we know
each other's life stories.

- That snippiness?
- Is that a word?

- What have you got?
- A gate address of a planet...

formerly in Anubis domain
that Ba'al hasn't discovered yet.

We believe it may be home
to an abandoned base.

And just chock-full
of abandoned weapons?

One can hope.

This device was procured from Jaffa
formerly loyal to Anubis.

It should allow us access
to the base.

When's the next opening?

- 0800 tomorrow morning.
- Tomorrow?

I got 14 teams out there.

I'm sorry.
Operations protocol?

Is it?

The MALP showed no indication
of any Goa'uld activity.

I still want SG-3
to cover your flanks.

It's just recon.

All the more reason
you can wait another day.

Incoming wormhole.

SG-5 and the representatives from Amra
to discuss the pending trade agreement.

Love to stay and chat.

If those rebelJaffa know about it, it's
only a matter of time before Ba'al knows.

One day, Daniel. One day.

Here comes one negotiation
I'm glad I'm not part of.

It's a plant.

Exactly.

Twenty minutes ago it was a seed.

Excuse me, sir,
if you don't mind my asking.

Is it really wise to be bringing
alien life-forms through the gate?

- It's a plant.
- Yeah.

And besides, off-world teams
follow strict safety protocols...

in determining
what to bring back to Earth.

You know, if humankind is gonna benefit
from what we find out there...

we have to be able to study it
in controlled situations.

- It's a plant.
- I know.

And I know our mandate is to
seek out new weapons and technology...

to defend the planet
from our enemies...

but wouldn't it be cool...

if we could exploit the wonders of the
galaxy for other beneficial purposes...

like curing disease...

or in this case,
possibly solving world hunger?

Speaking of which.

Dr. Lee speaking.

General! They want you
in the briefing room.

- Hey. You wanna get some lunch?
- No, I'm fine.

- You gonna sit in here all day and-
- I'm not sulking.

Working.
Gonna say working.

- O'Neill merely believes that-
- Guys, I'm fine.

You can't really blame him
for wanting to send in backup.

- I'm sure it has nothing to do with-
- I understand. He's just being cautious.

Thanks, guys.

General, if I might have a moment
with you. We're completely stalled.

The Amrans can't agree
with each other, let alone us.

They're like bickering children.

Maybe they need a time-out.

The Plains of Goran
are sacred ground!

- To the Plainsmen.
- I am a Plainsman.

I know.

I take offense at that.

A fence. Now there's an idea.

- Howdy, folks.
- General, I think it would be best-

What do you say we take
a little break?

All this negotiating.
It's just exhausting.

And you've been at it
a whole... hour already.

We've prepared
special quarters for you.

You can relax, get a massage,
room service-whatever you need.

Come on. I'll show you.

Fellas.

What do you think?

All right. So it's not the Ritz,
but we do what we can around here.

Knock twice when you're ready
to talk like adults.

- Wait, General.
- You don't expect us to share one room.

Not amicably at first.

But I have great hope
for you boys.

- You can't do this.
- Open this door at once!

Nobody gets out.

Dear General Hammond...

Wish you were here
and that I was not.

Good morning, sir.
The delegates from Amra are furious.

They're demanding to be released
and say there's no chance...

a trade agreement will ever
happen between our governments.

Did they try the doughnuts? You made
sure they were Krispy Kremes, right?

- Shall I release them and send them home?
- Give 'em another day.

- But, sir-
- No coffee?

- Sorry. I can get-
- What's next?

Dr. Lee needs to see you right away,
concerning the plant from P6J-908...

SG-1 and 3 are in the gate room
preparing to embark...

and it turns out that the red, white
and blue bunting is unavailable.

No bunting?

They can get some blue and white
and mix in some red.

Just won't be the same.

- Sir.
- Good morning, people.

Sure wish I was
goin' with you...

but I got a big day planned,
tasting menu items for the buffet.

- Have fun, sir.
- You know I will.

- Watch your back.
- I will.

Mind the curfew.

SG-3, hold here.

Colonel.

Colonel.

Bosco and Peterson
can watch the gate.

We're fine. Simple recon.
We'll stay in radio contact.

Standard perimeter.

The good news is
it hasn't eaten anybody yet.

Thank you, Seymour.

Yeah, obviously we underestimated
its growth properties.

It seems to respond really dramatically
to any kind of visible light.

I thought of that. I just thought
you might like to see it.

Don't worry.
We'll get it under control.

Sir-

There are signs of recent
Jaffa activity in the area.

Try the wrist device again.

I have tried it several times.

I'm getting some faint energy readings.

SG-1 leader, this is SG-3 leader.
Come in.

Peterson, you're with me.

Bosco, if we don't make radio contact
in 10 minutes, dial Earth and report in.

Take cover!

Son of a bitch.

Sir, Colonel Reynolds
has dialed in from P2X- 887.

He's lost contact with SG-1.

One Al'kesh.
It buzzed the gate and flew off.

No sign of the enemy
since then, sir.

I've been unable to make radio contact
with SG-1 going on 19 minutes.

Requesting backup and permission
to begin searching.

SG-10 and 1 2.

Backup on the way.

Thank you, sir.

We have to close down
the entire level, seal it off.

Not only does it have
amazing growth properties...

but it's proving extremely
difficult to eradicate.

We think it's using the ventilation
shafts to spread airborne spores.

We looked everywhere.
No sign of them.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- You were there to watch their backs.

Yes, sir.

Colonel Carter insisted
we secure the gate.

Unauthorized incoming wormhole.

No I DC yet, sir.

Stand down, boys.

And what do you want?

- I have your friends.
- And?

I propose an exchange.

- For what?
- Not what. Whom.

Whatever.

Camulus.

- Who?
- I'll transmit a gate address.

You will send him to me if you want to
see your friends alive again.

Let me think about it.

You have one day.

Is that, like, one Earth day or-

Nothing to report from the teams,
rebelJaffa, Tok'ra.

No one seems to have
any intel on SG-1.

As ordered, Camulus is being transferred
from the facility where he was being held.

He should be here shortly.

Even if we did comply and send Camulus
to the address Ba'al transmitted...

we can't risk opening the iris here
to let SG-1 through.

This could all be a trick
to get us to do just that.

I know.

Any exchange would have to involve
a Stargate on another planet.

I made some suggestions.

Are you really considering
turning Camulus over to Ba'al?

It's on the table.

He's here.

Colonel, have your team ready.

Yes, sir.

Isn't it already too late?

General O'Neill
was once captured by Ba'al.

He was tortured, killed...

and brought back to life
using a sarcophagus...

more times than
you'd care to imagine.

SG-1 never gave up then,
and General O'Neill won't now.

There isn't a man or woman
on this base that would.

Ba'al has three of my people...

and he's offered up an exchange.

- For me.
- Any idea why?

- There are many possible reasons.
- Pick one.

Nothin'?

You offered to help us
if we granted you asylum.

I did not expect to be
treated like a prisoner.

You're a Goa'uld.

What are you going to do?

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't turn you over.

Ba'al cannot be trusted.

Yeah?

No matter what you do,
he will never return your friends.

- I thought you were just questioning him.
- He didn't have the right answers.

General, this goes against official
policy regarding prisoner exchanges.

He's not a prisoner.
He requested asylum. I'm ungranting it.

- You could be court-martialed.
- If it gets my team back, I don't care.

But you know it won't.
You're sacrificing him for nothing.

Go, go.

Let's take a walk, you and me.
Come on.

I've done everything I can.

It's up to you. Last chance.

In spite of what you think,
I am not a coward.

I think you are.

It was worth a try.

Take him back to his cell.

It was a bluff?

You could have told me, sir.

How can I do my job
if you don't trust me?

Not my problem.

Wait, wait.
Camulus would like to talk to you.

I cannot stay here.

If Ba'al is truly so determined to have
revenge, he will not stop at this.

It is not safe for you
to harbor me anymore.

- So what?
- I am saying I am willing to leave.

Out of the goodness
of your heart?

Of course not.

When I asked for asylum,
I did not expect to rot in a cell.

Well, work with me. Give me something.
I'll see what I can do.

I can tell you a planet where there is
a device created by the Ancients.

- What's it do?
- I do not know.

I never could discover its secrets.
Perhaps you can.

You think this is what
Ba'al's really after?

While I never disclosed
its location...

I once made the mistake of
bragging that I found the device...

at a meeting of the system lords.

Hard to believe you bragging.

I knew it wasn't easy for you...

but had I known...
what it was really like...

I would have tried to be less
of a pain in the... ass.

At least, I would have tried harder.

Unscheduled off-world activation.

Receiving SG-3's I DC, sir.

- Open it.
- Yes, sir.

Just like you said, sir. Some sort of
Ancient device, the size of a large room.

Any idea what it does?

I'll leave that
up to the tech guys.

But I can tell you this.
I know why he couldn't turn it on.

- Wasn't plugged in.
- What is it?

It's a ZPM.

- What is that?
- A Zero Point Module.

It's an Ancient power source
that draws its energy from subspace.

It's the only thing powerful enough...

to activate the Ancient defense weapons
SG-1 found in Antarctica.

The one we have is pretty much dead.

- Well, this one sure isn't.
- How good is it?

I'm gonna have to do
some more detailed analysis...

but these preliminary readings
indicate at least 50% capacity.

That's good, isn't it?

Excuse me.

It's that damn plant.

- Can we relocate?
- Where are those backup generators?

Let's go to backup 3 21.

We've lost power
to all control systems.

Yes, sir.

We paid the electric bill.
I checked.

The plant is in the wall. It's interfering
with power and communication lines.

There's no light in the walls.

As long as any part of it
is exposed to light...

it seems like it can
feed the unexposed areas.

I'm recommending we keep the whole
base on minimal emergency lighting...

until we get
the problem under control.

How long?

That's a little difficult to say...

because first we have to figure out how
to get the problem under control.

- Where are we?
- The dialing computer's off-line.

There must be a circuit board
that got fried...

when we tried to restore power
to the system.

Incoming wormholes will connect...

and we can still receive radio
communication and I DCs, but-

- The iris?
- Manual control.

What about dialing
the gate manually?

That's a problem.

The inner ring
seems to be locked in place.

We tried disconnecting
the control interface, but-

There was a gate diagnostic running
when the power went down.

Could be something to do with the
commands being exchanged at the time.

- Bottom line.
- We can't dial out.

Okay.

What? Oh, God.

Sorry to wake you, sir.

Feels like it's been 10 minutes.

It has.

There's an incoming wormhole.
Ba'al wants to talk.

Ba'al, sorry to keep you waiting.

Just taking a little nap.

The deadline has passed.

Look, we're having a little
technical difficulty here.

Are your friends' lives
meaningless to you?

Hey. This is not a stall tactic.

I would have called you sooner,
but we can't dial out at the moment.

Why not?

I'm not really sure.
Here's some irony for you.

Carter- have this thing
fixed like that.

No offense there, Siler.

- None taken, sir.
- Good.

So, why don't you just
send her on through?

Before you know it you'll have "Camel-ass"
back in your grubby little mitts.

You dare mock me?

Ba'al, come on.
You should know.

Of course I dare mock you.

You have one more day.

Is it really wise to provoke him?

It's what I do.

Over two years ago,
the Tok'ra provided us...

with the formula to the Goa'uld poison
they'd developed.

We've been modifying it,
manufacturing as much as we can use...

as a defensive option in the event of
another attack on Earth.

Area 51 is confirming that there is
enough to negate a sizable enemy force.

We think we can effectively neutralize
and invade three Goa'uld-occupied planets.

The poison is nonpersistent...

so there'd be limited time before
potential reinforcements become a factor.

Determining which of Ba'al's planets
to target is still an educated guess.

We're still gathering intel
on exactly where SG-1 's being held.

This poison- does it killJaffa
as well as Goa'uld?

That's right.

How many casualties
are we talking about?

Thousands.

Tens of thousands.

So it's not really a rescue plan.
It's a full-scale attack.

That would certainly provoke a reaction-
possibly another attack on Earth.

But considering the fact
that we now have a ZPM...

to power the Ancient defenses,
I don't think-

Sorry to interrupt, sir, but Camulus is
insisting that he speak with you again.

Did you not find something of value
on the planet of which I spoke?

- Oh, yeah. We did.
- Then why have you not released me?

Or do you still believe
you can trade me for your friends?

Gamma radiation seems to work.

We're preparing a method of delivering
a strong enough level to the entire base.

Now, nonessential personnel
are gonna have to be evacuated.

Everyone else is gonna
have to wear protective suits.

You have to get General O'Neill
to sign off on this right away.

You know, he hasn't slept
in over two days.

Yeah. That's why
I'm asking you to do it.

Right.

I'm canceling the president's visit.

Really? Why would you do that?

I'm surprised you can joke
at a time like this.

It's pretty much
all I can do at the moment.

Your flagship team is in the hands of
the enemy. You can't dial the Stargate.

The base is overrun by an alien plant.

We did find a ZPM.

True.

Give it another day.

You think you can get
everything resolved by then?

Wait a minute.

I think there's a joke
in there somewhere.

Got nothin'.

And so I regretfully submit
my resignation.

And to be clear, the regret is
not so much about the resigning part...

but the fact that
I was deluded enough...

to think I had possessed
even one iota...

of the ability needed to
fill your sizable and shiny shoes.

Dr. Lee just called. He feels confident
the plant has been fully eradicated.

I wish I did.

Oh, and the dialing computer
is back online.

Chevron four encoded.

You're releasing him?

I made a deal.
We got a ZPM.

Look, I know we can finally
dial Pegasus again...

and still defend Earth
if we have to, but-

Chevron five encoded.

Control room.

It's Dr. Lee.
He says it's important.

Yeah.

Abort the dialing procedure.

Basically, it shouldn't be
glowing like this.

- Why is it?
- It's funny really-

- I like funny.
- This isn't the good kind of funny.

I think it was the gamma radiation we used
to kill the plant that revealed this.

- Revealed what?
- It illuminated a substance...

foreign to what we know to be the
normal molecular makeup of a ZPM.

And?

We managed to scrape some
microscopic fragments from the casing...

and run some tests and-

You're gonna want these.

This is what happens when you introduce
a constant electric charge.

The ZPM is booby-trapped?

We were gonna send it
to Antarctica.

Can you imagine
if someone had taken it...

and plugged it into the chair
in the Ancient outpost?

I can't even imagine
the magnitude of the explosion.

A charged ZPM detonating that-

I don't know. It could have
destroyed the whole planet.

That's why Camulus
was so eager to leave.

Can you undo it?

- We haven't actually-
- Yes or no?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

When you couldn't figure out
what the Ancient device was for...

you tampered with the power
source so nobody else could.

I did nothing of the kind.

Cammy.

Worth a try.

Here's the deal.

How would you like
a chance to kill Ba'al?

In exchange...

you want me to use the Ancient device
to trade for the lives of your friends.

Exactly.

Amusing.

All right?

Coming with me?

We're taking you to
another planet first.

We'll wait for SG-1 there.

Receiving SG-3's IDC, sir.

Open it.

- You're late.
- We thought we'd give it an extra hour.

We knew it was a long shot.

Thank you, Colonel. Dismissed.

Sir.

Colonel Reynolds
would like a moment.

Fine.

He's in the gate room, sir.

What's goin' on?

General, we just wanted you to know,
whatever you decide...

we're behind you 100%.

Just give the order,
and we're ready to go.

I know you are, Colonel.

Thank you.

All of you.

Dismissed.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Siler.

Unscheduled off-world activation.

It's SG-1 's identification code.

Sergeant O'Brien transmitted a hold
signal back through the gate...

and is awaiting your instruction.

- O'Brien.
- We have audio contact, sir.

It's Colonel Carter.

We're under heavy fire, sir.
Open the iris.

Negative.

Can you reroute?

Negative.
The DHD is no longer accessible.

Jack, what's goin' on?

You've been in enemy hands.
You know the protocol.

We have no way of knowing
if your iris code is secure.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- You were captured by Ba'al.

Ba'al? We're on P2X- 887.

We were trapped
in Anubis's secret base.

When we came out we had a Jaffa
ambush waiting for us at the gate.

It appears theseJaffa
are loyal to Ba'al.

The gate's gonna shut down.
We won't be able to dial out again.

Open it.

You're clear.

Nice.

Hey, guys.

Thank you, sir.

So, trapped in a secret base
all this time.

Go figure.

- The wrist device allowed us access.
- We couldn't get back out.

- You thought Ba'al had captured us?
- That's what he said.

- How did he even know we were missing?
- Reynolds saw an Al'kesh.

Ba'al must have had his Jaffa
looking for the base.

- Probably intercepted any radio chatter.
- That would explain the ambush.

Ba'al's Jaffa couldn't find the base,
but they figured if we turned up-

It's a great story. More importantly,
did Anubis leave anything cool behind?

Not really. No.

Nuts.

Colonel Carter.

- How are ya?
- I'm good. Thanks for asking.

You're not gonna dress
for the occasion, sir?

You know me. I love dressing up.
I was just on my way.

Sir.

- I wanted to talk to you-
- Carter, your evaluation is done.

And I think you'd be very pleased.

Really?

You had doubts?

Honestly, I was wondering...

whether you were completely
confident in my leadership skills.

Aren't you?

I've been second-guessing myself for
ordering SG-3 to remain at the gate.

Oh, pshaw.

It was standard recon.

Your tactics in dealing
with the ambush, perfect.

You should read what Teal'c and Daniel
wrote about your conduct under fire.

- Can I?
- No.

- Damn.
- Teal'c said you were an animal.

- He's such an exaggerator.
- Yeah. Isn't he?

This is where I go to take off the clothes
I prefer and don the clothes I abhor.

Sir. Quickly. I wanted to talk to you
about something else.

I was reading Dr. Lee's report
about the tainted ZPM.

I think he may have underestimated
the explosive potential.

It could have actually destroyed
the entire solar system.

What's the difference?

My point is, if we figured it out,
so could Ba'al.

- He could use it as a weapon against us.
- All true, Carter.

Which is exactly why
I didn't give Camulus the tainted one.

Sir?

I gave him the dead one.
It's worthless, right?

Ba'al's gonna be
pretty pissed at Camulus.

Yeah.

General, the president's motorcade
is through the gates.

He should be getting on
the elevator momentarily.

Sir, I think you should know
I'll be leaving tomorrow.

- Really?
- Yes, sir.

The truth is, I've been here on temporary
special assignment for the president.

Sort of a civilian audit, if you will.

Of the SGC?

Of you.

I know.

- You do?
- General Hammond told me.

- He wasn't supposed to.
- Well, don't tell anyone.

Then you know the president wanted
to make sure you were settling in...

before he came and shook your hand...

and fully endorsed you
as the leader of this base.

Obviously, he's here, so-

What I mean is
I just want you to know...

how much respect I have
for what you do here.

And for you.

Thanks.

Shall we?

By the way, did you let
those Amran delegates go?

I did, sir. Major Davis said they seem
much more willing to negotiate now.

You think they liked
the fruit basket?

I think so, sir. Yes.

I put a lot of thought
into that.