All language subtitles for Stargate SG-1 - S01E17 - Enigma.eng

This wasn't going on
when we sent the probe through.

- What's in the air?
- Ash.

Daniel, dial it up.
Get us outta here. No argument.

Wait a minute.

There's something out there.

It's a woman! She's alive!
There's more. Hurry, you guys!

- There's no life here.
- This one's had it.

It's just like Pompeii. Everyone suffocated
before the lava started to flow.

What are these things?

O'Neill, there are two more alive!

Carter? How long before we're toast?

I don't know, sir. I'm not a volcanologist.
It could be days or minutes.

Don't...

help us.

Clear the way.
Give 'em some room.

Let's go.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Colonel O'Neill, what happened?

We encountered some
very severe volcanic activity, sir.

- Who are these people?
- We don't know.

They were all dying around the gate.
The air was toxic.

And hot.

Have Dr Fraiser take a look at you.
We'll debrief when you're ready.

Yes, sir.

You evacuated ten people
from an alien planet, Colonel.

Dr Fraiser says they're all human
and they're going to live.

- This was one hell of a rescue operation.
- Thank you, sir.

- There were no buildings in the area?
- No, sir.

It looked like they were trying
to make it back to the Stargate.

What about the devices
they were wearing?

They emit radiation, indicating
an operative energy source,

but there's no circuitry, moving parts
or chips. We've seen nothing like it.

I thought they were from a parallel
culture, but they may be way ahead of us.

We've determined humans on
other planets originated here on Earth.

Yes.

Given our present state of technology,
could they be ahead of us?

Yes.

We'd be colonising space now
if it hadn't been for the Dark Ages.

For a period of over 800 years,
science was heresy and anathema.

Maybe they didn't have that setback.

The spokesman for
the rescued people is awake.

He'd like to speak with you. All of you.

Attention,
all off-duty medical personnel,

report to the infirmary, sublevel 20, stat.

Who are you?

I'm Major General Hammond.
This is Colonel O'Neill.

- Jack.
- Samantha Carter.

- Daniel Jackson.
- What is this place?

You're on a planet called Earth.
These people saved you.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Unless I miss something,
you're better off here than there.

A rescue transport was on the way.

Half your people were already dead.
It wouldn't have gotten there in time.

Perhaps that's more a problem for you
than it was for us.

- Beg your pardon?
- I find it unbelievable

that anyone so primitive could've
deciphered the gate system.

Did you say "primitive"?

I too am from a world
very different from this one.

Here, life is highly valued.

Quite a statement for a Jaffa.

Sir, I'd like to know who you are
and what you know about the Goa'uld.

I am Omoc. Our world is called Tollan.

And what do you know
of the Goa'uld and Jaffa?

We're aware of them.
We don't interact with them.

Then we share a common enemy.

Did I mention an enemy?

I only meant it might benefit everyone
if your people and ours could be friends.

I demand you return everything you've
taken from us and allow us to go home.

It could take a while
for those volcanoes to quiet down.

In the meantime, I'm
a bit of a culture buff.

I'd like to learn about
your history and customs.

I've said enough. I'll say no more.

Captain Carter, monitor
the situation on Tollan very closely.

As soon as it's safe there,
I want those people gone.

Yes, sir.

- New hobby?
- Neat, huh?

Miniature UAV,
with all the bells and whistles.

Just adding heat sensors,
so I can send it to Tollan.

I was just down in the infirmary,
trying to get them to talk to us.

They only ask questions,
never answer them.

One of them was asking
a lot of questions about you.

I thought they weren't interested in us.

I didn't say "us". I said "you".

General Hammond thinks you'll
have better luck getting answers.

He'd like to see you.

OK.

I was hoping he would open up to you
a bit more than Dr Jackson or myself.

- You remember Narim.
- Yes, from the planet.

- You were a lot dirtier then.
- Um...

Captain Carter.

- Or is it "Doctor"?
- Why don't we just make it Samantha?

- You may call me Narim.
- Yeah.

Captain Carter, Mr Narim seems
very interested in our planet.

Maybe you'd like to escort him
up to the surface to have a look.

- Really?
- I'd be pleased to have that opportunity.

You must give me your word
you'll stay with Captain Carter.

You have my word.

Great. Let's go.

Sir.

I wanted to tell you...
that I'm glad to be alive.

- So are the others.
- Good.

Thank you. And please tell your friends.

- Oh. You can tell them yourself.
- No, I can't.

- I shouldn't be talking to you.
- Why not?

You know, back on Tollan,
I thought I was dying.

I heard your voice,
I managed to open my eyes, and, uh...

when I saw you...

What?

An old superstition.
There was a time before science

when my ancestors believed
in all manner of nonsense.

Like the sher-mal.

The story goes that, if a sher-mal
appears at the moment of death,

- she'll take you to her home in the stars.
- Ah. We call them angels.

- Then you still believe in them.
- Some of us do.

Ours were reported to be quite beautiful.

And when I saw you, well...

you seemed to fit the description.

Then I learned from Dr Jackson
that you're also a brilliant scientist.

- Wow.
- I'm afraid I asked quite a few questions.

Curiosity.

It's a quality Omoc doesn't seem to share.

- Can you tell me about your world?
- Yeah, of course.

- A flying animal.
- Yeah. We call them birds.

- Are there other animals?
- Yeah, millions of them.

There've been none on Tollan
for generations.

I could bring you pictures, if you like.

- I would like that very much. Thank you.
- OK.

But I think it would be best
if Omoc didn't know.

Why?

Omoc is not as harsh as he seems.

He is only trying to protect us... and you.

- From what?
- Perhaps...

Perhaps we should go back.

OK.

Chevron six engaged.

Chevron seven locked.

Launching UAV in ten seconds.

Nine... eight... seven...

six... five... four...

three... two... one.

- Yeah.
- Successful launch.

UAV is holding course in the wormhole,
should reach the Tollan gate in three...

two... one.

Temperature, ground:
1700 degrees Fahrenheit.

Air seems to be in pockets ranging
from 1500 degrees down to 200.

- Sounds like LA.
- If the heat doesn't get you, the air will.

It's mostly pyroclastics, basalt, ash.
A person could suffocate very quickly.

How long before it cools down?

I don't know. Not any time soon.

Doesn't look like it'll matter. That lava's
flowing straight toward the gate.

Computer predicts that at the current rate
the gate will be buried in a couple of days.

Looks like we've got
some guests for a while.

- Are you absolutely certain?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

Then nature succeeded where we failed.

What? You were going to seal the gate?

Tollan is a world in cataclysm.

Evacuation was complete.
My team stayed to, uh...

Our final task was to close the gate,

so that no one could
return and be harmed.

Wherever you were going,
we can recalibrate the coordinates.

The new settlement world is outside
the gate system. We'll need a ship.

Oh, uh... we don't have ships.

Not that kind, anyway.

Our space programme is relatively new.

Your survivors have become refugees.

If they don't wanna be here,
we've got to relocate them somewhere.

You know, General, we have done
some fairly good deeds out there.

Maybe we should try
calling in some markers.

OK. Colonel, you and Teal'c
follow up on that.

Maybe go pay a visit
to some of our old friends.

Captain Carter and Dr Jackson, get
the multipurpose room on 5-C readied

as a refugee housing centre.

Yes, sir.

As an act of good faith, we're returning
the devices you were wearing.

- They are not weapons.
- That's what our technicians thought.

So you had them tested?

Not much of an act of good faith.

Actually, we couldn't figure out
exactly what they were.

I want to assure you we're doing
all we can to relocate your people.

- Are we to have some say in the matter?
- Yes.

Self-determination is very important to us.

In the meantime, we'll make you
as comfortable as possible.

But you're restricted to
the immediate premises.

- Are we prisoners?
- No. No, absolutely not.

But you are from an alien environment.
It's as much for your safety as for ours.

Hey. How you doin'?

It may sound ridiculous, but I have
no idea what to do with these items.

Our sleeping platforms adjust
automatically to our body temperature.

They don't come with accoutrements.

I'll show you. I brought you
some things to take a look at.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You might like to see this first.

Oh. I never thought
I'd see a living animal.

His name's Schrodinger.

It's kind of a joke,
really. His name, that is.

Schrédinger's cat.

Right. There was an Earth physicist
by the name of Erwin Schrodinger.

He had this theoretical experiment.
Put a cat in a box,

add a can of poison gas activated
by the decay of a radioactive atom,

and close the box.

- Sounds like a cruel man.
- No, it was a theory. He never really did it.

He said that, if he did do it, the cat
would be dead and alive at the same time.

Aha, quilebrium physics.

An atom's state is indeterminate
until measured.

We call it quantum physics.
You know the theory?

Yeah, I've studied it.

In among other misconceptions
of elementary science.

Misconceptions?

You telling me that you guys
have licked quantum physics?

Omoc...

Uh... I'll come back
and help you with this later.

I did not tell her anything.

We set up a meeting with Tuplo
for 0800 tomorrow.

Many of the worlds we have visited
are eager to be of service.

People, we have a problem.
Your refugees seem to have escaped.

Escaped?

Ask them that when you find them.

They're over here!

Hold fire!

We were merely observing the stars.

You're all gonna have to
come back in now.

So we are prisoners.

Any idea how they got past the guards?

The surveillance video in the room was
exposed to some sort of interference

- just as the escape was taking place.
- Convenient.

- Can the video be computer-enhanced?
- We're trying now.

In the meantime, we should
get this show on the road.

Tuplo. Good to see you.

General Hammond, before we begin,

I wish to thank you for allowing me
to be the first visitor to Earth

from the Land of Light.

It is indeed an honour.

My lord Omoc,

the Land of Light is a world of eternal
brightness, where fertility abounds.

Our farms produce rich harvests.

Our rivers are blessed with fish and fowl.

We would be honoured
to share our land with your people.

You have no idea who or what we are.

We know that you are in need

and that you are here among those
who have proven themselves our friends.

That is enough.

You're missing the point.

His planet is unacceptable to us.

These people are even
more primitive than you.

Narim, can you tell me
why Omoc is so... you know.

Obstinate?

The nearest planet in our solar system
was called Sarita.

When we began to explore space,
we learned she was inhabited.

- Did you make contact?
- Yes.

When we thought they were
sufficiently advanced.

They were on a level very similar to yours.

So what happened?

We offered them a device...

to produce unlimited productive energy.

And they used it to make war.

- How bad was it?
- In one rotation of our planet,

- they had destroyed theirs.
- One day?

The destruction shifted
our planet's orbit 0.3 decana.

Enough to begin a chain of events
that made our world unstable.

So that's why he's so afraid to give a
society like ours any of your technology.

Yes.

Tell me, what were you
really doing outside last night?

Omoc spoke the truth.
By setting the position of your stars,

we calibrated the distance
between Earth and the new home world.

It is very far away, Samantha.

Too far to hope for a ship in our lifetime.

Have you ever thought about
staying here... on Earth?

I would... gladly stay...

if only to spend more time with
a certain inhabitant of this planet.

I speak, of course, of Schrodinger.

Our escape was a test. You did
exactly what I knew you would do.

You used threat and force
to solve your problem.

- You gave us no choice.
- You could've come for us unarmed.

You haven't exactly behaved
like someone I want to trust.

I won't put my team at risk.

And I will not risk my people in your care.

Look, Omoc, if you're so advanced,

why don't you let your people
decide for themselves?

Narim, this is a free country. We take in
thousands of refugees fleeing repression.

If you request asylum, you can stay,
no matter what Omoc wants.

You don't care about Narim's rights. You
only want our technology, nothing more.

I wouldn't mind knowing how
you got the hell out of this place,

technically speaking.

You don't need to know how.
Only that we did.

And we can do it again
any time we need to.

General Hammond wants to see
you and your team right away, sir.

Thank you.

We've augmented the surveillance video
from the multipurpose room

with computer enhancement.
You're not gonna believe this.

Whoa. Cool.

But totally impossible.

Only from a perspective
of our limited science.

We have similar video of them passing
through an elevator door and a wall.

This is knowledge
far beyond that of the Goa'uld.

That's what the president
and Joint Chiefs want to hear.

Colonel Maybourne, sir, NID.

Intelligence?
What happened to Kennedy?

- Promoted. I took his place.
- Promoted?

Talk about failing upwards.

Colonel O'Neill. I read about your conflict
with Colonel Kennedy in his report.

I assure you, such an attitude will not
prevail with me in either direction.

- I sense that.
- Good.

Would you mind telling me
why you're here, Colonel?

You didn't get my advance?

That's an order releasing
the Tollans to our section.

You're to be congratulated. The Stargate
programme is finally paying off.

This was quite a coup.

Excuse me?
These are people we're talking about.

- These people do have rights, you know.
- Do they?

- Under what nation's jurisdiction?
- How about basic human rights?

I can't release them to you.

I beg your pardon?

I don't believe the president
meant to release these people

until they've been through quarantine.

We don't have any idea what kinds
of diseases they might be carrying.

You're out of your league.
We're playing in my ballpark now.

I have the full authority of the president.

So do I, Colonel.

Why don't you ask the airman outside
to show you to our guest quarters?

- That's OK. I'll wait.
- That wasn't an invitation.

It was an order, Colonel.

General, didn't Dr Fraiser give
the Tollans a... clean bill of health?

Just don't let her tell Maybourne that.

At most, I've bought us a day, people.
Find me some alternatives.

You're a good man, General.

- It doesn't matter if I ask for asylum?
- Maybourne would love that.

But you'd be working for him
on his terms.

Then Omoc is correct.
You'll use our knowledge for war.

It's not us. It's a part of our government
that specialises in chronic paranoia.

Like Sarita. It's going to happen again.

It doesn't have to. That's why I am here.

I am hoping you can convince Omoc
to consider one of the other planets.

It's no use. He's right. They're all as
primitive as you. Sarita could happen on...

I wish you would stop calling us primitive.

I'm sorry. I only meant technologically.

You are anything but primitive, Samantha.

What your mind doesn't know...
your heart fills in.

I don't know what that means
exactly, but it's beautiful.

Which is exactly what it means.

Just what exactly do you
hope to get from these people?

Well, for one, superior weapons.

They won't cooperate, you know.

I assure you, Colonel... they will.

I just hung up from
talking to the president.

I guess Mr Maybourne
has been talking to him recently.

I did tell you I had his ear, General.

Colonel Maybourne has authorisation
to relocate the Tollans immediately.

Of course he does.

- Where will you take them?
- To a secure community in the Rockies.

Nice community with high walls,
guards, a little barbed wire?

They're a valuable asset.
They need to be protected.

- Nice. Forced intellectual labour.
- And life imprisonment.

These aliens will live a better life
than most Americans.

They'll have a great view,
the best food, everything they need.

Everything except a life.

The Pentagon, Intelligence - that
I can understand. But the president?

I voted for him.

Colonel, have the Tollans ready
for transport at 0600 tomorrow.

OK, Colonel, want to tell me
why I'm here?

Because Maybourne isn't, sir.

We want to talk about how we can
keep Maybourne from taking the Tollan.

General, we must ensure
the Tollans escape.

I can't let you do that.
We'd all be court-martialled.

General, I'm about a hair away
from not caring.

However, Daniel...

I can't be court-martialled, sir.

Maybourne was here,
questioning my people.

Wanted us to take some sort of tests.
And you expect me to trust you?

He's from another division.
We're trying to protect you from him.

You're not doing a very good job.

No, apparently not.

Do you have a new place for us to go?

Well...

no.

Then we have nothing else to say.

OK, I do know of a perfect place.
I just don't know how to get you there.

Then, why do you speak of it?

I was kinda hoping that maybe
you'd have a technology to get there.

This is another trick
to gain access to our technology.

No, it isn't. There was a planet we went to
where people were as advanced as you.

They were called the Nox.

If you went there, why can't we?

Well, because they felt about us
kinda like you do.

They called us "very young”,
which is more polite than "primitive",

but same idea.

They sealed their Stargate. I don't know
how to communicate with them to open it.

- Do you know where this planet is?
- Yes, I have the coordinates right here.

- We must go back to the mountaintop.
- Really?

I can't. I can't get you out of here.

That's not a problem.

Right. Oh, but I have to go with you.

- Give me your hand.
- What?

Do you wish to come or not?

The coordinates.

I'm no astronomer,

but won't that take thousands
of years to reach the Nox world?

- Why would it?
- That's just a laser, right?

I mean... light takes
a long time to travel that far.

The distance between these two points...

seems far,

until you do this.

OK, I remember this from college physics.

One of our scientists, Einstein, explained
this the same way. Folding space.

No.

You wouldn't understand.

No, I guess not.

I just hope the Nox do.

Samantha?

Narim?

Hello.

Oh, my God. How do you do that?

Very... carefully.

I have come to say goodbye.
We'll be leaving soon.

So you think Daniel's plan will work?

Either way, I will be leaving.

However, I... will go reluctantly.

Why?

Because as of tonight
we will never meet again.

Come on. You'll forget
about me in a heartbeat.

I thought you felt that way.

- That is why I brought you this.
- What is it?

You have audio and visual
recording devices?

Yeah.

This one records emotions.

My feelings for you.

I have worn it
each time we were together.

How does it work?

Touch the red triangle.

And close your eyes.

I don't know what to say.

We have a custom

that expresses more than words.

We have that custom, too.

Whoops.

Sorry. We've gotta do some stuff in here.

Actually, I need your help.

You should probably get going.
Don't forget Schrodinger.

Thank you.

I'll need at least one unit of escorts
in the rear transport.

Come.

General Hammond, sir, the refugees...
they've disappeared.

What do you mean?

I mean... like "poof", sir.
They went through the walls.

I told you to keep guards inside
to prevent that.

We were inside.
I stood in their path myself.

- And?
- They went right through me, sir.

Attention, all personnel.
Offworld activation, unknown source.

What the hell is going on?

The mainframe's having a nervous
breakdown. The iris is failing.

Why is the blast door down? Get it up.

What are they doing?
How did they get here?

The gate's dialling. Chevron six engaged.

Dr Jackson, this is Colonel Maybourne.

What you are doing is
a court-martiallable offence.

He's not in the military.

And I think it'd be kinda tough
to find a civilian law to cover this.

I'll have you removed from this
programme for ever if you do this!

Chevron seven is locked.

Wherever you send them,
we'll hunt them down.

We're not sending them anywhere.
The gate was activated offworld.

- Someone is sending for them.
- Who?

Hello.

Hello, Lya.

This is Colonel Maybourne.

I have a presidential order to take
the aliens! Do not let them pass!

Use force if necessary!

Your race has learned nothing.

But you have.

The Tollans are most welcome
to join the Nox. Please come.

Narim was right about you.

Perhaps in time, we'll meet again.

Stop!

Take one more step, and I'll be
forced to have them open fire.

Come.

Fire! Fire!

God, I love those people.

You did good, Daniel.

- What of Maybourne?
- Oh, he's not a happy camper.

There'll be hell to pay
when he gets back to Washington.

What?

Just thinking what the little guy
with funny hair once told us.

"The very young do not
always do as they're told.”

Yeah.