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(Dog barking)

(People chattering)

(Woman coughing)

(Thudding)

(Screaming)

No, please, no!

(Screaming)

(Banging on door)

Man: Open up the door.

(Door breaking open)

(Groans)

I got him.

What the hell is going on?

Colonel Mitchell.

Yeah. What happened?

Bring him.

(Grunting)

Oh, my god.

Colonel Mitchell,
I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder
of Dr. Reya varrick.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
emissary.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

And I apologize
for coming so late,

but the committee just
completed its deliberations.

You've chosen a new leader
for the project.

Yes, we have.

Congratulations.

I'm honored.

We expect great things
from you, doctor.

Along with your
new responsibilities,

you'll have a higher
security clearance.

You already know
about the ring, of course.

Yes, sir. What you don't know

is that we've used it to visit
over a dozen inhabited worlds.

And there may be
thousands more out there.

Oh, my god.

As ambassador to those worlds,

I've seen firsthand the kind of
technologies that exist in the galaxy.

Giant ships capable of
traveling between the stars,

weapons of immeasurable power.

Galar is vulnerable, doctor.

The project may be
our only hope for survival.

We'll do our best, sir.

(Static buzzing)

Colonel, how do you feel?

That's just weird.

I was having
a conversation with you.

It was about a year ago,

but we just met yesterday.

I was the one who had a
conversation with Dr. Varrick.

What you experienced
was my memory.

That's amazing. Oh,
believe me, Dr. Jackson,

this is just the beginning.

The memory was copied
from the emissary's mind

and spliced into yours.

Once there, it was incorporated
into your consciousness,

like a transplant organ
becoming part of a new body.

I could swear I was there.

(Sighs)

I don't really know
what we were talking about,

but we were talking.

Of course, this was just
a small demonstration.

We're still perfecting
the process.

But we believe, eventually,

the device will be an
invaluable educational tool.

Imagine, the most brilliant
surgeons or engineers

instantaneously transferring
the full memory of their education

and experience
to young students.

You could conceivably cut their
training time from years to mere weeks.

And you say you adapted this
technology from a Goa'uld memory device?

That's correct.

Uh, if you don't mind
our asking,

where did you get
your hands on one?

This planet has been under
the protection of the asgard

for many generations,

but it was originally
occupied by the Goa'uld.

That device was discovered by
archeologists over 100 years ago,

but it wasn't until recently that
our understanding of the technology

advanced to the point where we
could create the memory transfer.

It was Dr. Varrick who made
the final breakthrough.

The emissary's exaggerating.

I was just the last in
a long line of scientists

working on the project.

The last is the one
who gets it right.

What?

The galarans haven't perfected
the memory—implant technology

to the point where it would
have widespread applications,

but from colonel Mitchell's
expenence

it sounds like
they're well on their way.

If they succeed it could
artificially accelerate

their technological advancement.

I think that's the point.

I'm saying
it could be dangerous.

We're hardly in a position
to judge, Dr. Jackson.

For the past nine years, sg—I has
been routinely employing technologies

that are well beyond
our level of advancement.

Carter: The asgard are
busy rebuilding,

which means they haven't been
around to do much protecting.

The galarans feel like
they need to play catch—up.

Teal'c: In all likelihood
that is the reason

they are seeking a
relationship with the tau'ri.

They are undoubtedly aware of
our success against the Goa'uld.

LAN dry: So, what exactly
do they want?

I mean, aside from
our goodwill and fellowship.

Well, right now they have no interstellar
capability except for the gate itself.

They've been working on hyperdrive
technology but without much success.

Then they wanna offer
this memory device

in exchange for our help?

Well, the emissary was
reluctant to get into specifics.

I think he wanted to whet
our appetite for the technology

before we started bargaining.

Well, it worked. The joint
chiefs are already salivating

over the idea of training
jet pilots in a matter of days.

We need to set up
another meeting.

No need, sir.

We've already been
invited back for a reception

in honor of the scientists who
developed the implant technology.

I'm hoping there'll be dancing.

Sir.

(People chattering)

(People laughing)

Check that out.

Even on an alien world,
a wallflower.

Dr. Amuro. He's worked on
the project for many years.

It doesn't look like
he's enjoying the party.

You know how it is
with scientists.

We spend so much time
in the lab,

I think that's where
we feel most comfortable.

In your case,
I find that hard to believe.

Are you suggesting I don't
work as hard as my colleagues?

No, no. God, no.

That's supposed to be
a compliment.

Guess I'll have to take
your word for it.

Jackson: No, it's not that
I don't appreciate

the potential of the technology,

it's just that we're—— we're
talking about your memory here.

It's fundamental
to your identity.

If you can't trust it,
you're lost.

Your memory is already
less objective

than you think it is,
Dr. Jackson.

Well, he's got a point.

I mean, just ask any cop who's
had to take eyewitness testimony.

Yeah, but there's
a difference between

getting a license plate
number wrong,

and not knowing if the four
years you spent in college

ever actually happened.

Yes, but that would
never be the case,

because everyone
receiving the treatment

would be aware
of what they were getting.

So long as the technology
is not abused.

Well, that's a risk
with all new technologies.

Easily said by one who has not
been the victim of such abuse.

Excuse me.

Reya.

Dr. Marell.

This is lieutenant
colonel Mitchell.

We have to talk.

Excuse me.

How's it going?

I don't think
diplomacy is my thing.

Oh, that's what you're doing.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

Reya, wait.

Why wasn't I informed of this?

Excuse me. What?

You moved up the test schedule

and you selected
a group of volunteers.

When did this happen?

We've been very impressed
with your progress.

We thought it was time to take
your research to its next level.

You should take this
as a compliment.

I notice all the test subjects
are military officers.

How should I take that?

This is still
a classified operation.

You gave me
your personal assurance

this project would remain
under civilian control.

And so it has.

The military is simply
making their contribution.

Well, I've seen what those
contributions can lead to.

You're overreacting,
and in any case,

this is hardly the place
to discuss it.

This conversation isn't over.

I'll be back.

Mitchell: Reya, wait up.

(Sighs)

What was all that about?

I should have seen this coming.

They're going to take
the project away from me.

Why would they do that?

You're the one
that figured it out.

Which means
they no longer need me.

I know where
this is coming from.

It's the general staff.

They want to control
the technology

without any interference
from civilian scientists.

I swore I wouldn't
let that happen.

Why am I telling you this?

You're a military officer
yourself.

If you get your hands
on the device

the same thing will happen
on your planet.

Hey, I'm not a big fan of
misusing technology on any planet

and I might be able
to help you out.

What do you mean?

Well, obviously your government

is keen on forming
a relationship with mine.

That gives us some leverage.

You'd use your influence
to help me?

I could try.

Well.

I really don't want
to go back out there.

Maybe you could do me a favor
and walk me home.

It's not far,

but I don't like
to walk alone at night.

Really?

Don't they have crime
on your planet?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, wow. Don't move.

The night the emissary told you

that they put you
in charge of the project,

he came here, right?

That's right.

That's just weird.

I mean, I know
I've never been here before,

but I recognize this place.

Then you know
where the drinks are.

Help yourself,
and pour me one, too.

It's impressive.

Do all government scientists
live like this?

The success of the project
has brought me a few privileges.

Sometimes I feel
a little guilty.

Most of my colleagues from my days
at the academy don't live nearly so well.

Well, I'm sure you deserve it.

Wow.

(Chuckling) That doesn't
pull any punches, does it?

After the day I just had,
that's the whole point.

(Exhaling)

So, you live here on your own?

Why do you ask?

Well, it's a big place.

I don't know. Just——just
curious, I guess.

I thought that was your clever
way ofasking if I was married.

I'm not that clever.

Well, anyway, the
answer's yes, I live alone.

I was married for a while,
but the job got in the way.

Well, that much I understand.

Then we're not
so different after all.

We shouldn't do this.

You wouldn't have come here
if you didn't want to.

Mmm, I didn't say
I didn't want to.

Emissary, what's going on?
Where's colonel Mitchell?

He's been taken into custody.

Why?

He killed Dr. Varrick.

What? That's insane.

When we found him, his
blood—alcohol level was extremely high.

I suspect it was probably

some kind of unpremeditated
crime of passion.

We all know they left
the reception together.

That's hardly evidence.

We also found her blood
on his hands

and his fingerprints
on the murder weapon.

But most importantly,
he confessed.

Cam, what happened?

I don't know.

I mean, the whole night
is just a blur.

(Screaming)

Mitchell: I just remember
feeling this insane anger.

I don't know why.

I picked up this statue

(thudding)

And I hit her with it.

She was lying there,
helpless, and I, uh...

It wasn't you, okay?

These people can
implant memories.

I've been trying to tell
myselfthe same thing all morning.

It doesn't stop me
from still seeing her face.

What if I told you

everything that happened to you
yesterday was a false memory?

How would you know
the difference?

The emissary would like
to speak with the prisoner.

Carter: We need to talk about
this so—called evidence

you have against
colonel Mitchell.

That won't be necessary.

Colonel Mitchell is free
to return to earth.

I'm what?

I'm trying to convince
the cabinet

to maintain your diplomatic
status, but I may not succeed.

(Stammering) Wait a minute.

If they think I'm guilty,
why are they letting me go?

They believe it is in the best
interests of interplanetary relations

to put this difficult business
behind us

as quickly and as quietly
as possible.

Colonel Mitchell has been
falsely accused.

Which means there still
could be a murderer out there.

Emissary:
Let's be realistic here.

Very few people have access
to the memory device.

Even fewer have the skills
to manipulate it in this manner

and none that I can think
of have any motive.

Colonel Mitchell
should be grateful.

Under our rules of evidence, he
would be convicted of this crime.

I should be grateful
to walk away

and have this memory stuck in
my head for the rest of my life?

All right, then. If you
agree to close the matter,

we can have the incident
removed from your mind

and replace it with a memory

of a pleasant,
uneventful evening.

Just like that.
Forget it ever happened.

Precisely.

On the other hand,

if you insist
on a full investigation,

I won't be able to protect you.

If the evidence continues
to point to your guilt

you will be subject to
the full force of our laws

and the penalty for murder
is death.

Cameron, we need to be
really careful here.

We have no idea
how their legal system works.

We don't know what kind of
rights... Sam, I need to do this.

I want to know
what really happened.

Landry:
You can tell the galarans

that until colonel Mitchell
is returned,

all trade talks are suspended.

He doesn't wanna come back.

He wants to force them to
conduct a full investigation.

I don't give a damn
what he wants.

General, it's easy for us to sit
here and be certain he didn't do it,

but look at it
from his point of view.

No matter what we say he's
still gonna have the memory

of murdering that woman
with his own hands.

You said the emissary offered
to have the memory removed.

Well, he'd still know
that she'd been killed,

and I'm—— I'm sure
he'd be curious

why no one had been
held accountable for it.

He's taking an awful chance.

I believe it highly unlikely that the
galarans would execute colonel Mitchell.

It would severely hinder
the possibility

of future relations
with the tau'ri.

Sir, I've already spoken
to Dr. Marell,

he says they can use
the implant technology

to determine if the memory's
genuine or not.

I don't want him hooked up to that damn
machine again without one of you present.

I'll be observing the analysis.

In the meantime, Teal'c and
Daniel have been granted access

to all the material
relevant to the investigation.

Very well.

(Door opening)

Dr. Marell and Dr. Amuro
will be conducting the analysis.

Now, if there's
anything else you require.

As a matter of fact, there is.

I understand a sample
of colonel Mitchell's blood

was taken when he was arrested.

In order to determine
his blood—alcohol level, yes.

We'd like a portion
of that sample

sent back to Stargate command,

just to corroborate
your results, of course.

I'll see to it.

Marell: You can take
the guards with you.

This man has been accused
of murder.

I don't want them in my lab.

You can wait outside.

Are you fellas sure you
wanna be left alone with me?

Dr. Varrick was our colleague.

If we thought for one minute you actually
killed her we wouldn't be helping you.

Then who do you think
did kill her?

Reya was gonna do
everything she could

to oppose the militarization
of the project,

so they got rid of her.

Why frame me?

They assumed that you'd claim
diplomatic immunity

and therefore no prosecution
would be necessary.

The whole thing was to be
swept under the carpet.

They assumed wrong.

And for that we are grateful.
Yeah.

Can you prove
the memory's false?

Well, unfortunately, Dr. Varrick
was the most qualified to do this work.

I'm sure you'll do fine.

Please.

Brain activity is
extremely fluid.

We can't read a memory like
opening a drawer and pulling out a file.

Patterns shift and mutate.

One memory colors another.

That's why it's so difficult
to create a successful graft.

You have to be careful not to
cause too many inconsistencies.

All right, colonel, we
need to establish a baseline.

What I've done
is identify a series

of key memories
from your childhood.

These are seminal moments.

They stand out like signposts

and they influence everything
that came after them.

I'm gonna activate one now.

Woman on P.A. system:
Dr. Peters to nursing station one.

Dr. Peters.

Are you all right?

Yeah, it's just weird.

Carter: What are you seeing?

I'm in the va. Hospital
where they brought my father

right after his accident.

He was a test pilot, right?

Yeah.

Woman on P.A. system:
Lieutenant James Alexander.

Lieutenant James Alexander.

Dr. Swanson to physiotherapy.

Dr. Swanson to physiotherapy.

Mitchell: It's the first time
I saw him after the crash.

It scared the hell out of me
to see him like that.

Somehow, he made it seem
that everything was gonna be okay.

We're moving into
a related memory now.

It's a couple of months later.

Mitchell: We're watching the
launch of the first space shuttle.

I can't be much more
than 10 years old.

Mitchell's father: Go, baby, go!

What do you think of that, cam?

Space planes.

I tell you what,
if they can pull that off,

the least I can do
is walk again, right?

Well done, colonel.

So, what's next?

Marell: With this data, we
should be able to precisely calibrate

the equipment,

and then comes the hard part.

We'll need to run through
your memories of the murder.

We may have to do it
several times.

Great.

Teal'c, Dr. Jackson,
what can I do for you?

Jackson: We've got a problem.

Uh, this data file was
supposed to contain all materials

relevant to
the murder investigation,

but large sections of
Dr. Varrick's personal records

have been deleted.

Well, she was involved in a number
of our most top—secret projects.

The deletions were made in
the interests of national security,

but I'm sure there's nothing
in the missing material

that has any bearing
on the investigation.

How are we to be certain?

Because I'm telling you.

(Screaming)

Amuro: We must be
missing something.

Marell: We've been
through it three times.

What's the problem?

Maybe we should run
another diagnostic...

It's not gonna change
the result.

I need some air.

So far we can't find any
evidence that the memory is false.

According to these results,

colonel Mitchell really
did murder Dr. Varrick.

Dr. Marell, you have to
continue with the analysis.

Please.

You know he didn't do this.

That's not
what the machine says.

Look, I know Dr. Varrick
was your friend...

She was more than that, colonel.

She was my wife.

We'd been separated
for two years.

I guess I was still hoping
there might be a...

I can't help you.

Sir, Dr. Lam's in surgery, but she
wanted you to see this right away.

It's the results of the analysis

of colonel Mitchell's
blood sample.

Anything useful?

Yes, sir.
She wanted you to know that

the troponins were negative,

but the ck
and the myoglobins were up.

No, wait.

Uh, the myoglobins
were negative,

but the ck
and the troponins were up.

No, wait... Walter.

Sir, whatever it was, it means
that when the sample was taken

colonel Mitchell had been
recently either stunned

or rendered unconscious by
some kind of electrical charge.

Like a zat gun?

Yes, sir. Or some such
similar, uh, thing.

Hmm.

This is hardly proof of
colonel Mitchell's innocence.

Wow, on earth,
you have to prove guilt.

I know. We're not on earth.

I'll admit, it's enough
to suggest to them

that the investigation
should continue.

But Dr. Marell has expressed
reluctance to help you any further.

At least let us talk to him.

I'm sorry about reya.

She told me she'd been married.

She didn't tell me it was you.

Would it have made
any difference?

I didn't kill her.

Even if I wanted to help you
there's nothing more I can do.

Why not?

Well, as you know, we used
colonel Mitchell's own memories

to establish
a comparative standard,

and normally that should have been
enough to identify any false readings

but we were unable to do so,

which means either
the memory is genuine

or the transfer
was so expertly done

that the ordinary methods
of detecting it are useless.

What other methods are there?

Marell: Well, the only way would be
to compare what happened the other night

with a genuine memory of similar
content and emotional resonance.

So unless colonel Mitchell's made
a habit of killing innocent people,

we're out of options.

I may have what you need.

Hook me up.

There it is.

Jackson: What are we looking at?

The emotional resonance
pattern of this memory

is very similar to that
of Dr. Varrick's murder.

Mitchell: Mustang
leader, this is mustang 3.

Do we have a confirmation
on the target yet?

Man on radio:
Negative, mustang 3.

The awacs reports we're still
waiting on intel. Maintain cap.

I have a tally. Three—vehicle
convoy, just like the man said.

Copy that, 3, we're
still trying to confirm

that the target
is in the convoy.

(Missiles firing)

Triple a, on my 3.
Breaking left.

His heart rate just shot up.

Breathing's shallow.

Mitchell: I'm taking fire.
Do we have a confirmation yet?

It's not exactly the friendly
skies out here, boys and girls.

Can I get a confirmation
on that target?

Man on radio: Mustang 3,
you are cleared hot.

Repeat you are cleared hot.

We sure about this?
That's affirmative.

Bump up to 1,500
for re—acquisition.

Roger that.

(Missiles firing)

Weapon is armed.

Bombs away.

Mustang 3. Mustang 3.

Abort. Abort. What? No.

No, no, no, no.
The bomb is away.

What the hell's going on,
mustang leader?

We've lost
confirmation on the target.

You've got to be kidding me.

Can you confirm hit?

Stand by.

Target is destroyed.

(Sighing)

Davidson:
Sorry about that, captain.

We were relying
on local allied intelligence.

Obviously,
someone dropped the ball.

Who was the target?

Was he in the convoy or not?

Don't do this to yourself.

Who was in the convoy, sir?

As far as we know,
it was a group of refugees.

This wasn't your fault.

That doesn't change the fact
that I have to live with it

for the rest of my life.

(Gasping)

Please tell me
you got what you need.

We're analyzing the results now.

Just give us a few moments.

You okay?

No.

Marell: It worked.

The new data indicates

that the memory of reya's
murder was implanted.

Thank god.

I'll inform the emissary.

Mitchell: Hang on a second.

We may have proved
that I didn't kill her,

but we're not finished,
not by a long shot.

I have to know who did it,

and I'm not leaving here
until we find out.

Carter: What exactly
are we looking for?

Because we know
the memory was implanted

we can expect to find anomalies.

Little moments where the brain
is simply incapable of dealing

with the inconsistencies
that arise

as a result of the graft.

Now, often these take
the form of missing time

or sudden changes in the
identities of people around us.

Typically, they center
on the splice points,

where the memory
starts and stops.

The problem is, they can
often be difficult to detect.

Hey, Sam,

thanks

he's ready.

Jackson: You wanted to see us?

I understand Dr. Marell and
Dr. Amuro were able to determine

that the memory was an implant.

I must say I'm relieved.

A trial could've been
extremely detrimental

to relations between our worlds.

Not to mention inconvenient
for colonel Mitchell.

Yes, of course.

I'm sure he'd like to return
to earth as soon as possible.

Actually, he's still in the lab.

Colonel Mitchell believes that
an analysis of the false memory

could prove useful
in determining

the true identity
of the murderer.

I'm 5 o rry I

but I won't allow it.

We've already been
more than generous

in putting our most important
scientists and facilities

at your disposal

to determine
colonel Mitchell's innocence.

But now it's time they
got back to their research.

Look, all we're asking
for is a little more time.

The project is already
behind schedule.

Dr. Marell is the most qualified
to lead the research now

and his new responsibilities
preclude him

from participating
in this investigation anymore.

Jackson: Colonel Mitchell
was assaulted.

His memories were
manipulated against his will

and an innocent woman
was murdered.

Now, I've only worked with
the guy a short period of time

but I'm pretty sure he's
not gonna let this one go.

And if you wanna get
in his way, let's just say,

when it comes time to decide if
we wanna pursue this relationship,

his opinion's gonna carry
a lot of weight.

(Screaming)

(Sniffing)

Cam?

No, I'm good.

Now, are you sure
you wanna continue this?

It's possible
that there are no anomalies

or that they could be
buried so deep,

we'll never find them
even if we go over it

it's the least I can do
for her now.

Let's keep going.

All right.

There's nothing here.

There has to be. We'll find it.

Marell, I know
she meant a lot to you,

but how much longer can we
put the poor man through this?

He wants to do it.

Look, we know the memory's
false by comparison.

There must be
some other indication.

We've been through this
a dozen times.

The splice points
are indistinguishable.

I know, but I now realize that's
because he was rendered unconscious

before the procedure was begun.

And he was still unconscious
long after it was completed.

The whole thing has
the quality of a dream.

It'sjumbled up mhmmmd

amuro: All right,
so what can we do about it?

Focus on the inconsistencies
in the memory itself.

What if there aren't any?

I'm wasting time
explaining this to you.

Can I do my work?

How's he doing?

Not too good.

Doesn't sound like you're
making a lot of progress.

Marell's determined,
but I don't know.

The graft appears
to be flawless.

I've got something.

There. You see it?

Yes.

What is it?

It's what we've been
looking for.

Colonel Mitchell,
can you hear me?

Yeah.

We've identified
a point in the memory

where we think
there may be an anomaly.

I'm gonna activate it now.

I want you to tell me
what you see.

(Computer beeping)

I'm in the house.
I'm walking down the hallway.

(Screaming)

No, I've—— I've lost it.
Go back.

Justa minute.

Stop. There.

C—can you run it again,
maybe slow it down a little?

I see my reflection,
my reflection in the mirror,

but the face is blurry.

Marell: It's an anomaly.

If the reflection in the
mirror is not your own,

your brain can't deal with it.

That's why it's blurred.

Can you clean it up?

I think so.

(Gasping)

What did you see? Who was it?

It was him.

(Scoffs)

Are you sure?

Positive.

It was marell.
Amuro: That's impossible.

If he killed her,
why would he be helping us?

I mean, he wanted to reveal
the identity of the murderer

more than anyone.

What if he doesn't know?

What, you're saying
he killed her

and then implanted the memory
in colonel Mitchell?

And then erased it
from his own mind.

Is that possible?
Theoretically, yes...

This is insane. I loved her.

But she left you, didn't she?

And you never got over it.

Then you saw me
leave the party with her.

Look, it's—— it's impossible.

Amuro: Well, there's one way
to find out for sure.

If he really did erase
his own memory,

he would've had to replace it
with something else.

We can check for anomalies the
same way we did with colonel Mitchell.

Go ahead.
You won't find anything.

Amuro: We found that he
had two identical memories,

one from that night
of the murder,

and one from
several nights before.

Except no two memories are
exactly the same, it's like signatures.

When they're identical, that's when
you know that they've been forged.

As far as he knows, he was
in bed sleeping the whole time.

He didn't just wanna fool us,
he wanted to fool himself,

to get rid of the guilt.

And that's what did him in.

We're done.

How do you feel?

Fine, I guess.

I've erased the implants.

You should no longer
have the image

of killing Dr. Varrick
in your mind,

but all of your genuine
memories should be intact.

I still remember her. Thanks.

Dr. Amuro.

And you must be
our visitors from earth.

Are you all right?

Well, no.

Obviously, you've heard
what happened to reya.

To be honest, I still can't
believe she's really gone.

But I——I talked it
over with the emissary

and we both agree that
the best thing for me now

is to get back to work.

It was nice to meet you.

What the hell is this?

He thinks she died
in an accident

and he'll continue to think that

for the rest of his life.

You'rejust gonna let him
get away with murder?

He doesn't know he killed her.

There was no way
to recover that memory.

And that's supposed
to make it okay?

It was for the good
of the project.

And Dr. Varrick would've
understood that.

I read your report.

I'm not sure I've ever seen
language like that

used in an official
air force document before.

Sorry about that, sir.

Oh, you should have seen what
colonel Carter and Dr. Jackson wrote.

Yes, sir.

Colonel Carter told me what you
had to do to prove your innocence.

Something about reliving
a difficult memory.

Of course, uh,

she didn't know
what it was all about.

She hasn't read your
service record like I have.

I hadn't thought about it
in a long time,

but I guess something like
that never goes away, does it?

No.

When it happened,

I almost resigned my commission.

I'm glad you didn't.

Mitchell's father:
I understand how you feel.

But leaving the air force,
it won't change what happened.

It won't make you feel
any better.

You know,
you suck at pep talks, dad.

Well, I'm just being realistic.

What else are you gonna do?

Become an airline pilot?

Fly the new york—dc shuttle
five times a day?

Mow the lawn on sundays?

That doesn't sound too bad.

Yea h, well, for someone
else, maybe, but not for you.

It would've been easier if you'd
grown up to be more like your mother,

but you'rejust like me.

Always looking to the horizon,

always looking
for something more.

I'm not like you, dad.

I'm not that strong.

Well, that's where
you're wrong, kid.

You just don't know it yet.