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Previously on "Stargate SG-1":

The X- 302 will be the first human- built
spacecraft capable of interstellar travel.

Colonel Chekov feels a Russian officer
should be assigned to join SG-1.

Over my rotting corpse, sir.

- I wanna join you.
- I don't see it happening.

There's an energy build- up
within the gate.

The Tauri are in danger.
They are under attack from Anubis.

We're talking about a blast
2, 000 to 3, 000 megatons.

- There's worse?
- We have no idea how to stop it.

If the X- 302 fails,
this planet will be destroyed.

Even if we contact the Asgard, there's
a chance they won't be able to help us.

Anubis has grown powerful, but still
only defends a small handful of planets.

If one of those Stargates
also cannot be contacted...

It is the origin of the attack.

Mission command,
we missed the window.

We thought we'd compensated for the
energy fluctuations, but apparently not.

We're on our own.

Prepare to meet your doom.

Oh, please.

And now, the conclusion.

Has a real flair for the dramatic,
doesn't he? Very theatrical.

Yeah. Pretty much
all the Goa'uld are like that.

But why wait? Why does the guy show up
a day and a half after this starts

to do his whole
"prepare to meet your doom" thing?

Maybe he wanted to make sure
it was gonna work.

That'd be embarrassing. "Nothing can
stop the destruction I bring upon you. "

Then the gate shuts down.
"Oops. Never mind. "

Yeah, well, that didn't happen,
and we only have 54 hours left.

Major, can I see you for a second?

When the gate was connected, a shaped
charge disengaged the wormhole.

- An outgoing wormhole.
- True, but...

- The blast would detonate the gate.
- Wait a minute.

- If you'd just let me finish...
- You're wrong, but you gave me an idea.

We know certain waves can travel
in both directions through a wormhole.

- Radio signals, for one.
- We call Anubis up and ask him to stop?

"Hey, Anubis, this is your agent.
You're playing it way over the top. "

- "Can you get serious?"
- You were saying?

We send a massive EM pulse
back through the wormhole,

knock out whatever is making
this happen on the other end.

Will that work?

No. I already thought of it. I didn't mention
it because it is far too problematic.

- More than the gate exploding?
- The iris'd have to be open.

- The gate room's shielded.
- Are you saying it absolutely won't work?

What I'm saying, sir,
is that we have no idea

how much EM would be required
to knock this out.

So let's all just go home.

- How long will it take to set up?
- Four hours, tops.

That's how long you have
to come up with a better idea.

I have tried to connect to this world twice.
It is the only one which I cannot contact.

Then we must hope that is
the location of the weapon.

I'm coming with you.

If the Goa'uld truly can be defeated,
then I wish to be a part of it.

You said I could not judge this war,
for I'd yet to fight a battle.

You've trained me. Now let me fight.

- You said you did not doubt me.
- I do not.

Then I will join you.

Be quick.

Very well.

Sirs, I've calculated that opening the iris

will increase the flow of energy
to the gate by at least ten times.

If this doesn't work, we'll be cutting
half the time before the gate detonates.

No better idea yet?

No.

- You and Dr McKay don't see eye to eye.
- Sir, this has nothing to do...

I believe if this plan has any chance
of working, it's with your cooperation.

Yes, sir.

- I know what I'm doing.
- We are nearing the planet.

It is guarded.

A good sign we have
the correct location of the weapon.

There are rings on the surface.

We must hope to catch any Jaffa
on the ground by surprise.

Right here.

You just wanna be able to
take credit for it when it works.

- For the record... I hate you.
- Well, it can't get any worse, then, can it?

Oh, no. I'm rapidly
working up to "despise".

We have to get over
this physical- attraction thing

if we're gonna work together.

I think I can act as though it never existed.

Shall we save the world?

Before I take the credit for this,

shouldn't the EM pulse generator
be pointed at the gate?

You're good. Very good.

Rya'c.

- You remain on board with Shaq'rel.
- Why?

One day, you will be a great warrior.
This day, the danger is too great.

I am prepared to die.

I am not prepared for you to die.

- Two gliders in pursuit.
- How is it possible? Are we not cloaked?

Anubis must now have means
of detecting cloaked ships.

I am decloaking
and diverting power to shields.

- Entering range of surface rings.
- Teal'c.

Is it not equally dangerous on the ship
as it will be on the planet?

Go. I will do my best to return for you.

Come.

Stay close. The forces on the ground
may have been alerted to our presence.

Chel nok!

Identify yourselves.

We must move!

- That's it.
- We're ready, sir.

Close the blast doors.

Open the iris.

Energy transfer is increasing.
Seven times greater. Eight. Ten.

- Go. Yeah, go.
- Do it.

Activating electromagnetic pulse.

Energy transfer is still increasing.
Look, if this was gonna work...

Close the iris.

We're off line.

She's not gonna be happy
when she wakes up.

- Medical team to the control room.
- She is going to wake up, isn't she?

The path is well- travelled.
We must stay under cover.

Many gliders patrol the skies.

This wound is not small.
You must be in great pain.

Nothing I cannot bear.

You could easily be dead.

I do not understand.
There was at least eight of them.

- Ten.
- How did neither of you get hit?

It is always more difficult
to hit a moving target.

It is also helpful to be lucky.

There is little time to waste.

Hi.

And I was just startin' to feel better.

Are you gonna be OK?

At least until the gate explodes, yeah.

Look, I... never meant for anyone
to get hurt, much less you.

It's OK. We had to try something.

I always wanted to be a pianist.

- Excuse me?
- A concert pianist.

A guy who plays piano in front of people.

Right.

- What'd you think I said?
- Never mind.

I had a not- so- comfortable childhood.

My parents hated each other
and blamed me.

Music was my salvation.
It had this perfect order for me.

That's nice. Really.

When I was 12,
my teacher told me to quit.

A fine clinical player, he said,
but no sense of the art whatsoever.

- Why are you telling me this?
- I'm just tryin' to bond.

- Why?
- Hospital gowns turn me on.

I thought science would be different
than music, but it's just the same.

It's just as much
of an art as anything else.

Look, it's not your fault
that the EM pulse didn't work.

You're an artist, Major,
maybe the best I've ever seen.

- I'm just critical because I'm jealous.
- I'm touched. Really.

I wish I had a brilliant plan
to draw for you.

And you're funny, too. Even electrocuted.
Me, I got... I got nothin'.

- You're creepin' me out.
- It's just self- preservation.

I'm beginning to realise
that I'm not gonna solve this,

and that one of your typically insane ideas
is probably gonna be our best chance.

- How much time until detonation?
- You were right. We cut it in half.

25 hours.

- What now?
- Well, first I thought I'd get dressed.

Right.

Leave.

Right. Do you want me
to hold anything, or...? Yeah.

This weapon is unlike
any Goa'uld design I have seen.

I have seen similar construction. It seems
to have been built by the Ancients.

Who are they?

An advanced race of beings
who created the Stargates.

- But I thought...
- The Goa'uld steal their technology.

If this is not Goa'uld technology and
Anubis has merely learned to operate it...

Perhaps he will not be able
to rebuild it quickly.

- But do we have sufficient explosive?
- That is our concern. You remain here.

- But I...
- You are injured.

You will slow our pace
and risk giving us away.

- My symbiote heals me. I can go.
- Rya'c, listen to him.

This is but one of many
battles to be fought.

Remain here until sundown.
We will try to return before then.

If we encase the gate, it could reduce
the effects of the explosion by 40 per cent.

There isn't time to implement that plan.
If we detonate the gate ourselves now,

we could reduce the damage
by 20 per cent.

The damage to the atmosphere
would be irreversible.

Any survivors would be stuck
on a world incapable of sustaining life.

So far, we've been unsuccessful
in our attempts to reduce...

- What you thinkin'?
- Besides the fact that they are morons?

What do you think
the little alien guy's doing down there?

- Bet you regret coming here now.
- Can't really look at it that way, can we?

So... what are you doin'?

It's the stupidest thing,
but it's been bugging me.

- What's that?
- We're inside a mountain.

The gate can't fit through
any of these doors.

- So how did we get it in here?
- Yeah.

The ceiling retracts. Above it is a shaft
that leads to the surface,

and inside is a crane mechanism
that hoisted the gate down.

- Interesting.
- Yeah.

- Does it go up?
- Moving the gate won't shut it off.

I mean, there is nowhere on Earth that...

I knew you'd think of something.

The shield most likely extends
around the perimeter of the weapon.

The path.

Just hear me out. All we need
to do is get it far enough away from Earth.

The X- 302 can achieve that
without having to enter hyperspace.

- That's crazy.
- We have less than 24 hours.

Two to get the gate to the surface,

four to get it to Peterson and loaded onto
a C- 17, and two more to fly it to area 51.

The 747 meets us in Nevada,
which leaves us 16 hours

to get the rig mounted and airborne.

And none of this is gonna happen
if we're just standing around.

I think that this is gonna save the planet,
and we are gonna do it.

Move, people.

- Well done, Major.
- It wasn't all my idea, sir.

- And I dare say it's not done yet.
- Right.

Sir.

You do realise that if this works
we won't have a Stargate any more.

It did occur to me.

Drop your weapons!

Yeah, this is Sergeant Siler.
We're ready. Activate the crane.

I have been instructed by my superiors
to offer you the following compromise.

In exchange for
your continued cooperation

and full disclosure
of the X- 302 technology,

we are willing to facilitate
the use of our Stargate.

Facilitate?

A financial arrangement to be negotiated.

- You want us to rent it?
- A simplistic way of putting it.

The X- 302's hyperspace
technology doesn't work.

It will someday. The reason I am here in
the first place is because my government

is unwilling to incur the expense and risk
of running a Stargate programme.

- We are simply trying...
- Here's the part you don't understand.

Even if - and I stress if - we're able
to successfully dispose of this gate,

there's nothing to stop Anubis starting
all this over again with a second gate.

No one's going to be running
a Stargate programme.

The second gate has to stay buried.

What did you hope to accomplish here?

You thought you could destroy something
created by a god as powerful as Anubis?

He did not create the weapon
and he is not a god.

Your god may have been weak, shol'va.
Mine is not.

If you know of me,
then you know of our cause.

The Jaffa rebellion grows strong.

All Goa'uld are false gods,

and their only real power comes
from the Jaffa whom they oppress.

The next time you open your mouth to
speak, it will be to answer my questions.

You did not kill all the Jaffa at the rings.

We know there are three of you.

Where's the boy?

Evidence of how desperate
your pathetic little rebellion is.

You bring a boy to fight the war of men.

Or is it something else?

Maybe he's someone to whom
you wish to prove yourself.

Bring me the old man.

Wherever the boy is, he will not escape.

Unlike you, he's of little value to Anubis.

However, on your behalf,
I'll be happy to demonstrate to him

how a real warrior fights...

to the death.

Is there anything else I should know?

There's some concern that the 302s
may not have the fuel capacity

to exit the atmosphere
carrying the Stargate.

- How is that possible?
- The engines were designed for a craft

with an alien inertial dampening system
that reduced its overall mass.

Yes. And?

- You'll be carrying a very heavy load.
- How heavy?

- The gate weighs 64, 000lbs, sir.
- That's heavy.

You'll need to reach
an altitude exceeding 180km.

At minimum escape velocity before
I release the gate, or it'll fall back to Earth.

Based on the X- 302's rocket- fuel capacity,
even a full burn won't do it,

so the other engines
have to get you partway,

hauling something six times greater
than they were made to.

- Yeah. Carter...
- The whole rig isn't exactly aerodynamic.

Carter! I'm not so sure
I want to know any of this.

They're lightening the 302,
but that's why you're going alone.

Believe it or not, every pound counts.

Shouldn't have had that cake.

Wish I could go with you, sir.

Yes, I'm sure you do.
And I find that quite bizarre.

- Anything else?
- If this works, Jonas really deserves...

What?

- Deserves what?
- I don't know. Something.

He's the one who gave me
the idea to do this.

Sir, he gave up everything
to bring us the naquadria.

The hyperspace generator doesn't work.

That's not his fault.

Good luck, sir.

Hey, what could go wrong, huh?

The prisoners will not speak.

Take them to the rings and
have them transported up to the Ha'tak.

What exactly did you remove?

Weapons, some of the life- support.
There's still more than a day's worth.

Well, if we need more than an hour,
we're all in trouble.

We also took out radar, some of
the safety mechanisms, landing gear...

Excuse me?

We had to accommodate
the clamping system.

Once you re- enter the atmosphere,
you'll have to eject.

After you target the 302
to splash down off the coast of Florida.

- When were you gonna tell me this?
- Just now.

We weren't sure any of this would happen
until five minutes ago.

You're not gonna believe this.

Holy crap.

They're waiting for you.

Good luck.

They're airborne, sir.

Mission Command, we're
approaching separation altitude.

Colonel,
confirming altitude at 10, 000m.

Roger that.

This is Mission Command.
You have a go for separation.

Proceeding with separation.

Separation complete.

Good luck, sir.

Stop saying that.

Altitude reaching 30km.

Velocity at Mach 6.
Engaging aerospike engines.

It's gettin' a little bumpy, Command.

Roger that, Starflight. You're still
too shallow to fire the rocket booster.

I may have been understating things.
It feels like this thing's falling apart.

Altitude is 42km. He needs to reach 50
before he can fire the main rocket engine.

Command, I've got
a master caution alarm.

Roger that, Starflight.

Losing power.

Starflight, your altitude is only 48km.

Full port engine failure.
Starboard at six zero per cent.

Preparing to ignite rocket booster.

You're still too low, Starflight.

I'm losing velocity, Command.
I'm going to start losing altitude.

Command, please advise.

OK, Starflight, go with main- engine burn.

Roger.

Velocity is 25, 000km per hour.

28. He's gotta reach 40 and sustain it
for at least 15 seconds now.

Main- engine burn
at one zero zero per cent.

Velocity approaching 40, 000km per hour.

Altitude one two zero kilometres.

Five, six, seven...

Preparing to release the gate.

- Not yet, Starflight.
- I'm burning out here.

All right. That's it. I'm out of gas.

Starflight, your altitude is 130km.

He's not gonna make it. He's slowing.
He had to fire the rocket booster too early.

- It didn't work?
- He's gonna fall back to Earth, sir.

OK. Got any ideas?

Anybody wanna wish me luck?

We're working on it.

Based on altitude, angle of ascent and
velocity, he'll hit Europe in 35 minutes.

If he puts the 302 in a nose dive,
he could cut his descent time in half.

- Why?
- He can drop the gate in the Atlantic.

I'm figuring there's time for it
to sink maybe 2, 000, 3, 000ft.

- Will that do any good?
- It'll reduce the devastation.

- By how much?
- Not much, sir.

Enough that it's worth a shot, isn't it?

Rya'c.

We can reduce the damage
by dropping the gate into the ocean.

You have to put the X- 302
into a nose dive, and...

- What?
- Starflight, it's all we got.

- What about the hyperdrive?
- Colonel, it didn't work.

We just don't know
where it'll send me, right?

Who cares as long as
it's a galaxy far, far away?

He's right. The window formed,
it was just unstable.

We have no idea what would happen if we
opened a window within the atmosphere.

Yeah, well, given the situation...

We're taking it
under advisement. Please stand by.

- Major, I can make a call.
- Do it, sir.

You really are a lunatic. I said you were
an artist, but I haven't slept in three days.

You're creating an interdimensional field

around an already highly- charged
Stargate with an unstable burst of energy.

- I realise...
- What I am suggesting has real benefits.

Maybe it saves a few lives.
If this works, we save the entire planet.

- What chance do we have of that?
- Maybe we can reduce the risk a little.

- How?
- The instability of the naquadria...

Is relative to the size of the burst
you're trying to extract.

We don't have to send the gate
across the galaxy.

Even a second in hyperspace
potentially gets us millions of miles.

Make the call.

This is General Hammond. I need to
speak with the president immediately.

Altitude seven six kilometres...

and still falling.

OK, we have orders, Starflight.
We're gonna try it your way.

Thank you. Run me through it.

We have to
override the safety protocol

that will cause the 302
to avoid an unstable wormhole.

We think we can increase
the chance of this working

by only activating
the generator for one second.

It wasn't programmed
to work for such a short time.

Hang on.

Of course. Thank you.

Sir, we're gonna write a new subroutine.
It'll be ready to upload in a few minutes.

All right, well, in the meantime,
I'll just... keep falling.

Carter.

We're done. Uploading the new program.

All you'll have to do
is activate the generator.

- Roger that.
- You won't have much time.

- I know.
- Sir, if this works...

I know.

- Sir?
- What?

Good luck.

Activating hyperspace generator.

Now.

This is Observer One.
Visual confirmation.

The X- 302 has entered
the hyperspace window.

Colonel?

Colonel, do you read?

This is Observer One.
There is no sign of a chute.

There is, however,
a light show going on up here.

It worked.

Deep Space is estimating that the gate
detonated three million miles from Earth.

This is Observer Two. I have a visual
on a chute. Moving in for confirmation.

Mission Command,
the cockpit module is intact.

We are pinpointing splashdown position.

Patching in satellite imagery.

Observer Two,
pararescue team is on the way.

Roger that. Colonel O'Neill
is conscious and waving.

- The gate has shut down.
- Let us hope it is not too late. Look.

Teal'c.

Rya'c! Rya'c!

So that's it? You're just givin' up,
closin' the shop?

At least until we find a way to defend
ourselves against this kind of thing.

- Shouldn't take you long.
- Yeah, right. I thought you'd be happy.

Hey, I never said
we shouldn't use the Stargate.

Well...

- Let me know if I can help.
- I will. Thanks.

- That means you don't hate me.
- Maybe. Too bad for you.

Why?

I was more attracted to you when I did.

Really?

- Colonel. I'm glad you're OK.
- Thank you, sir.

You know the president
wants to see you in person?

- Yes. We spoke on my way here.
- You can have any assignment you want.

Actually, I've always wanted
to command my own boat.

- The navy?
- No, somethin' a little smaller, with oars.

You deserve it, Jack.

- You sure you wanna take this?
- We're closed for business.

I was supposed to retire five years ago.

We don't know when we can re- establish
the Stargate programme, if ever.

Actually, I just meant it says
"Property of US Air Force" on it.

I still feel responsible for the teams
stranded offworld, but there is nothing...

Hammond.

We're receiving a communication.

What's up?

Go ahead. They're all here.

Teal'c General Hammond.

Teal'c!

O'Neill. It's good to hear you are well.
The weapon used by Anubis is destroyed.

- We feared it was too late for the Tauri.
- It was close there for a minute.

We approach in a cargo ship.
Request permission to land.

- NORAD's aware of their approach.
- Permission granted. Welcome back.

Good job.

It is in fact Rya'c
who deserves the honour.

Sir, if you don't mind me asking,
what exactly did we give the Russians?

- Good old American dollars, Major.
- You're kidding.

And the plans for the X- 302 and 303.

Really?

And one more thing.

- So, I hear you're a pretty good pilot.
- Master Bra'tac taught me well.

I hope to be as good
as my father one day.

Just know that no one is that good.

It also helps to be lucky.

Don't I know that.

Listen, you sure you don't wanna
stick around for a while, kinda hang out?

Rya'c has chosen to help Bra'tac
spread the word of our cause.

Well, it's good to see you again.

Colonel. Colonel, you got a moment?

Carter told me everything you did
to help out. We all appreciate it.

Thanks a lot. See you later.

Colonel, Dr Jackson is gone.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Not a day goes by when
I don't think about what happened.

I stood by and watched while
he saved my people from disaster.

I should have jumped through the glass,
disarmed the device.

He's gone because I didn't.
You have to live with that. So do I.

You want me to make you feel better?
It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you.

If I could go back and change what
happened, I would do that, but I can't.

All I can do is try and change
what happens from now on.

I don't want you to exonerate me,
I just want to be given the opportunity

to prove that I can make a difference.

You wanted to see me, sir?

This is not what you want to hear, but part
of the deal to get the Russian Stargate

involved agreeing to let
one of their officers join SG-1.

This is the thanks I get
for saving the world again?

I'm sorry, Jack.
You're going to have to live with this.

Sir, can't we just give'em their own unit?
They'd be happy with that, wouldn't they?

What about SG-1?

Actually, General, I've already
chosen our new team member.

Good luck, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

- How do I look?
- You might wanna lose the helmet.

- Good guess on the green.
- Thanks.

SG-1, you have a go.

Thank you, sir.