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Previously on Stargate SG-1 .

So you guys are ex-NI D.

Calling yourselves
The Trust now, right?

You try to shut down the SGC.

You make this big speech about how much
you hate secret organizations.

Then you jump in bed with the NI D.
What is that?

- Consider your resignation accepted, Bob.
- You can't do that.

Oh, please. I got enough on you
to have you shot.

There's no one here.
We got all the exits covered.

There's no way they
could have gotten out.

How is that possible?

This is the ship
Osiris left behind.

If you hadn't caught her, we never
would have had this opportunity.

- They're trying to run, sir.
- Damn it.

Bad news.

You're out of scotch.

Well, if I'd known
you were coming...

I'd have hidden the good stuff.

If you'd known I was coming, I doubt
I'd have made it through the door.

Who are you calling?

Local sheriff's
a friend of mine.

I may be disgraced...

but I'm not wanted
for any crimes.

Breaking and entering?

It's ringing.

Now you can listen
to what I have to say.

For God's sake.

You need to start
trusting me,Jack.

No, I really don't.

Yes, you really do.

The fate of the planet
depends on it.

Hello?

- Andy? It's Jack.
- Hey, what's up?

Jack? Hello?

I was just checking on Friday-
making sure we're still on for poker.

Yeah,you bet.

- I'll bring the beer.
- All right.

- See you then.
- See you.

Wise decision.

You've got three minutes...

before I shoot you
as an intruder in my home.

Same old Jack O'Neill-

although I hear
you're a general now.

Congratulations.

All right then.
Straight to the point.

You want to take down The Trust.
I can help you.

I'm sorry.
I must have missed an episode.

I thought you guys
were working together.

After I was forced to resign
as vice president...

my relationship
with the organization changed.

Meaning, you were
no longer useful...

so they kicked you out
on your ass.

That's a rather crude way
of putting it...

but yes.

Why didn't they
just shoot you?

Believe me, that was a consideration-
which is why...

when they requested
a meeting a few days ago...

I suggested a nice
public venue.

They made me a very
interesting offer.

In exchange
for a large cash payment...

The Trust wants me to arrange
a meeting with General Miroslav Kiselev-

the Russian defense minister.

I thought they already had connections
with the Russian military.

This isn't just a connection.

Kiselev exercises
operational authority...

over all of Russia's
armed forces...

including their nuclear arsenal.

And he just happens
to be a good friend of yours.

After the fall of Communism,
he was one of a number of officers...

assigned to pursue secret talks
with the West...

aimed at military cooperation.

He was a hard-liner even then.

His country was falling apart,
but he came at us...

as though we were the ones
at a disadvantage.

He and I developed a mutual respect.

What does The Trust
want with him?

Well, they wouldn't give me
any specifics, but they know...

we entered into a deal with the Russians
for control of the gate...

and they also know that there's
a growing sentiment in Moscow...

that we haven't been keeping up
our end of the bargain.

You think they're trying
to turn the Russians against us?

It's ambitious, I know,
even for The Trust...

but from what I hear...

after you put a crimp in their little plan
to use symbiote poison...

to wipe out the Goa'uld,
there's been a change of attitude.

They're no longer willing to stay
in the shadows and bide their time.

They want to make
a direct grab for power.

That's why I came to you.

Yes, you've always struck me
as the hero type.

You may question my methods...

but everything I did
was for God and country.

For The Trust to ally themselves
with a foreign power...

against the United States
of America-

Well, that's just something
I can't condone.

Kinsey, please.

Spare me the diatribe.

They kicked you when you were down,
and you want revenge.

It's as simple as that.

The truth is,
my motives are irrelevant.

The Trust has become
an imminent threat...

to the sovereignty
of this nation.

Now...

what are you
gonna do about it?

What would happen
if The Trust...

actually convinced the Russians
to back out of our deal?

Well, that would be
a problem.

Technically, the gate's
only here on loan.

If the Russians decide they want it back,
things could get sticky.

Is it possible
Kinsey is simply lying?

That is always possible.

Has he asked for anything
in return for the information?

Protection.

Makes sense. If he doesn't cooperate,
The Trust will kill him.

Maybe he should cooperate.

This could be our chance
to get somebody on the inside-

infiltrate the organization.

- You want me to wear a wire?
- That's the deal.

I am not a spy.

Think of it this way.

If you don't do what they want,
they'll kill you.

If you don't do
what we want...

we'll let 'em.

Well, that's as good
as pulling the trigger yourself.

I thought Stargate Command
didn't do that sort of thing.

Well, we're under
new management.

All right, let's test it.

How's it looking?

- We've got picture.
- Let's have your belt.

Why?

Because you'll be
wearing this one instead.

The buckle contains a GPS receiver unit
that'll allow us to track your movements.

When we're done
I want that back.

They've arranged to meet you
at a remote location.

My guess is they'll have you leave
your car, and then they'll...

drive you to a second location where
the actual meeting will take place.

We're gonna have to keep back a fair
distance so as not to arouse suspicion...

but we will be monitoring
your conversations...

by means of this listening device that
we fitted into the collar of your shirt.

We've got a strike team
with us.

They will be ready to move in
at the first sign of trouble.

Now in the event
that something does go wrong...

I suggest we come up
with a preestablished signal...

preferably a code word that'll
let us know you're in trouble.

How about something simple,
like ""help''?

How about something
a little less obvious...

like ""red''?

Whatever.

Don't be too direct fishing for
information. Let them do the talking.

Get out of my way.

I know what to do.

You're late.

- You're kidding, right?
- Afraid not.

He's on the move.

Understood.

So how long is this
sight-seeing trip gonna last?

We'll let you know.

They've turned off
the main road.

They've stopped.

This way.

Bob, good to see you again.
Sorry about the blindfold.

What can we get you
to drink?

What are you having?

-Vodka tonic.
-In that case, I'll have a scotch. No ice.

We're glad you finally agreed
to a private meeting.

We were afraid you might be
holding a grudge against us.

You mean because you abandoned me
at the moment I needed you the most?

You were a liability, Bob,
an embarrassment.

I think you've
got that backwards.

I was only forced to resign
as vice president...

because they found out
about my relationship with you.

Either way, you were
no longer useful to us.

You would have done the same.

Maybe, but when
I cut someone loose...

I don't go back to them,
groveling for favors.

You say what's on your mind,
I'll give you that.

Under other circumstances,
I might be worried about...

winding up like
one of your trophies on the wall.

But you've already
made it clear...

that you need me, so I don't have
anything to worry about, do I?

- We're losing video.
- It's true, we do need you...

- but not for what you think.
- They jamming us?

I don't know.

- What are you talking about?
- Show him.

This is why
we need you, Bob.

What the hell
is going on here?

They are definitely jamming us.

Teal'c, we've lost audio.
Move in.

- Can you get the signal back?
- Can't get past the interference.

Clear!

Clear over here, sir.

They beamed out.

This is starting
to become a habit.

If the Al'kesh is in orbit...

they must have fixed the cloak,
because SSN hasn't picked them up.

- What about the locator beacons?
- We're running a search...

through the NSA
satellite system...

but all they'd have to do to avoid
detection is change the frequency.

Odds are we're not
gonna find anything.

Well, the Pentagon's
been apprised of the situation.

They're launching Prometheus
in about four hours. I want you on board.

There's a C-1 7 waiting
for you at Peterson.

Understood.

Sir, I've been going
over the sensor logs...

from the last encounter between
Prometheus and the Al'kesh.

There were a few
small anomalies emanating...

from the ship's position
before it decloaked.

They didn't register because
we didn't know to look for them.

But I could create
a program that would...

key the sensors to those
particular readings.

I was just going
to suggest that.

-So we'd be able to detect a cloaked ship?
-Well, it's not that simple.

These anomalies
are very difficult to detect.

It might have just been a fluke
that we picked them up the first time.

The effect is also mimicked
by certain types of cosmic radiation.

But I still think
it might improve our odds.

So instead of a million to one-

Maybe 1 0,000 to one.

- Improvement.
- Yeah.

I'll need a few hours
to create the program.

Fine.

- I have to pick up my dry cleaning.
- You're on a flight...

- to Moscow in half an hour.
- I am?

Yes, you are. Colonel Chekov's people
will meet you there.

Will you please try to find out
what the hell's going on?

And if you get a chance,
hook up with this General Kiselev.

Jack, they know we're onto them.
They may just abort the mission.

No, the way Kinsey was talking, it sounds
like they're looking for a big score here.

And what if he won't
cooperate with them?

- Kinsey'll do what's best for Kinsey.
- Yeah.

Sir, download is complete.

Colonel Carter's new sensor program
is online and operational.

- All right, begin search pattern alpha.
- Yes, sir.

Hi. I'm here
to see Captain Voronkov.

There is no
Captain Voronkov here.

Oh. That's strange.
The guy down the hall said-

I am Captain Voronkova-
Daria Voronkova.

- You must be DanielJackson.
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

I was told I'd be meeting
Colonel Chekov's right-hand man...

- so naturally I-
- For my part, I expected...

a drab, pasty-faced,
middle-aged academic.

I too am pleasantly surprised.

Your English is excellent.

And how is your Russian?

Okay, we stick
to English then.

I will be your guide.

Whatever you wish to do while you are
in Moscow, you will ask me first.

I will take care of it.

If you desire to meet with anyone,
I will arrange it for you.

If you go out on your own,
I cannot protect you.

Lie to me, or attempt to mislead me,
and I will not protect you.

Okay.

Have you eaten a proper lunch?

- I had something on the plane.
- Then the answer is no.

Good. I know a restaurant
around the corner...

that serves the best salo
in Moscow.

- Oh, I'm not a big fan of salo.
- Don't worry.

You will acquire a taste.

So what's going on?

The Russians have gone
to a heightened state of alert.

- Why?
- We're trying to find out.

The president's called a meeting
for the joint chiefs.

We're at DEFCON 3.

So where, exactly,
are we going?

You wish to meet with General Kiselev, da?
That is where we are going.

You must be pretty well connected
to get to see him this quickly.

- What do you know about him?
- General Miroslav Kiselev...

graduated with a gold medal
from Malinovsky Tank Academy.

Received the Hero of Russia...

for his distinguished
leadership in Chechnya.

Commanded the Carpathian
Military District's Iron Division...

then the 1 4th Army
in the Transcaucasus Military District.

He was the head
of the General Staff Academy...

for five years before being appointed
to his present position.

- So you've heard of him.
- Kiselev is suspicious...

of American global influence
and highly critical...

of what he calls
NATO expansion plans.

You may not receive
a very warm welcome.

What's goin' on?

I don't know.

Don't worry, Daniel.
I'll find out what's happening.

Yeah, all right.

Okay, get back to me
when you know something.

Yeah.

- Sir, Colonel Chekov's here to see you.
- Send him in.

- General?
- Colonel.

I was hoping you could shed
some light on the situation here.

We can't seem to get a straight answer
from your government.

Well, the information coming
out of Moscow is guarded at best...

but my sources
in the Kremlin tell me...

the Russian military
is increasing its alert status...

because they think the American
administration has been compromised.

Dr.Jackson,
sorry to keep you waiting.

No problem.

- You want to tell me what's going on?
- All in good time.

Please roll up your sleeve.

We need a sample
of your blood.

You're kidding.

Either you cooperate,
or we will take it by force.

Is this a normal part of your
interrogation procedure?

Depends what
you wish to know.

In this case, it will answer
a very specific question.

What question?

What's going on?

Why do you wish
to see General Kiselev?

It's complicated.

Surely you can
explain it to me.

I think I'd rather
explain it to General Kiselev.

That's not going to happen.

You see, earlier today we managed to
uncover a plot against the general's life.

Luckily we captured the assassin
before he could make his move.

I believe you know him.

Kinsey. Robert Kinsey.

Former vice president
of the United States of America.

That's insane. Why would Kinsey
want to kill General Kiselev?

I'm afraid Mr. Kinsey
isn't exactly himself these days.

By stopping me,you have only
delayed the inevitable.

Your world is doomed.

Now you begin to appreciate
the gravity of the situation.

How could Kinsey
have become a Goa'uld?

Five bucks says Carter
has a theory.

- As a matter of fact, I do.
- Huh?

According
to Tok'ra intelligence...

The Trust launched
at least two poison attacks...

against Goa'uld-occupied worlds
after we took back the gate.

That means they had to leave...

the relatively safe confines
of the solar system...

and head out into the galaxy...

where they ran the risk
of being killed or captured.

What are you suggesting?

Any Goa'uld who got his hands on them
would've discovered pretty quickly...

that they belonged
to a top-secret organization...

with high-level connections
to some of the most powerful...

governments and institutions
on this planet...

including the SGC, Area 51 ...

and maybe even the Ancient outpost
in the Antarctic.

My God. You think they have
been taken as hosts...

- and sent back to Earth.
- I think it's possible.

They could have brought dozens-
maybe even hundreds-

of symbiotes back with them.

By now the entire Trust
could have been taken over.

But why would the Goa'uld want
to assassinate General Kiselev?

We don't know for sure
that was the plan...

but if Carter's right,
Kinsey might have been trying...

to get a snake
into Kiselev's head.

It makes sense.

From Kiselev, it's one step up
to the president of Russia.

How do we know
he didn't succeed?

Kinsey never met
with the general.

He was arrested
before he had the chance.

Well, my government feels that it is
the American administration...

that has been
infiltrated by the Goa'uld...

Oh, here we go.

and they are insisting
that everyone in key positions-

including the president-
must submit for testing.

Not gonna happen.

Well, then we have a problem.

Thank you for getting me
out of there.

It wasn't easy.

Even after your blood test came back
negative, they still wanted to hold you.

Yeah, not a lot of trust and goodwill
to spare right now, I guess.

Listen. I need to talk to the Goa'uld.

- You have to get me in to see Kinsey.
- Impossible.

If we're gonna figure out what's
going on, we have to question him.

He is being questioned-
by Russian Military Intelligence.

Yes, and he's feeding them
a pack of lies.

He's telling them the American
administration has been infiltrated...

-'cause he wants to force a confrontation.
-To what end?

I don't know. That's why
we need to talk to him.

Language.

Daria, please.

I'll see what I can do.

In the meantime, stay here.

Sir, we just received
another report.

As of 091 2, the Chinese military
have joined the Russians...

in an elevated state of alert.

Naturally.

General, I've been talking
to my contacts in the Kremlin.

They tell me President Mikhailov
is not happy with the situation...

but is under considerable pressure
from his military advisers.

In other words,
Kiselev is running the show.

Any idea how we can keep this
from going to total forces?

Yes. I have many friends
in the general staff.

If I can convince
enough of them...

to take a united stand
against escalation...

it could give our president sufficient
leverage to consider other options.

And if Kiselev finds out
you're going around him...

it could make things worse.

At this point, I don't believe
we have much choice.

Right.

So what should I call you?

You are unworthy to speak my name.

Maybe.

So I'm guessing you work
for the system lords. Am I right?

I know you're not
working for Ba'al.

He's too busy conquering
the galaxy...

to bother with an
unimportant planet like Earth.

Gotta hand it to you though.

Your territories are falling one by one,
your troops are in full retreat...

and you still find the time to come
and try and destroy little old us.

The question is, ""Why?''

Captain Voronkova thinks
it's a petty need for revenge...

for all the trouble
we've caused you over the years...

sort of a last-ditch attempt to take us
with you before Ba'al finishes you off.

I told her the system lords
weren't that pathetic. Are they?

You are the one
who is pathetic.

You will die never knowing
our true purpose.

So there is a hidden agenda.

Making progress now,
aren't we?

Yeah. All right, keep me posted.

Well. The Chinese are refusing
to back down and, gosh and golly...

go figure, we're picking up increased
chatter from within Russia.

I am still waiting to hear back
from my contacts in Moscow.

And I just talked
to theJoint Chiefs.

We're going to DEFCON 2.

You know, I'm sure if we put
our heads together we'd come up...

with a dozen reasons
why you'd want to wipe us out-

most important being
the Ancient weapon...

that you know we possess.

I'm sure the system lords think if
they can get us to wipe ourselves out...

they can just
step right in and take it.

They're probably right,
but what I don't understand is you-

why you're so willing
to sacrifice yourself.

I assure you.

I have no intention of dying
on this miserable planet.

You're in Russian Defense headquarters.
Primary target.

If you do succeed
in starting a nuclear war...

you're gonna die right along
with the rest of us.

Unless there's
something I'm missing.

You should return to your homes
and say farewell to your loved ones.

Your gods have deemed you
to be unworthy...

and the hour of reckoning
is at hand.

Air Force Space Command has put
all of its missile wings on alert.

The first B-2
left Whiteman at 0940.

FL SatCom sent out
an emergency action message.

Nine of our missile
submarines are at sea...

and the rest are preparing
for immediate sortie.

The president and his team
are on their way to Andrews...

where the National Airborne Command Post
is awaiting their arrival.

General Kiselev found out we were
trying to rally support against him.

He's already arrested several officers
on trumped-up charges.

I'm afraid Dr.Jackson
may be in danger.

Come on.

Next to slaughtering innocents,
gloating is what you guys are all about.

It must be just killing you,
just sitting there...

not bragging about
your brilliant plan.

- We have to get out of here now.
- Why? What is it?

- They're coming for us.
- Who?

You are too late.

Sorry, guys. Gotta go.

What is the meaning of this?

Dr.Jackson, welcome aboard
the Prometheus.

Any luck finding the Al'kesh?

- None.
- Maybe he can help us.

I think not.

If you do not cooperate,
I will kill you.

Don't you realize
what you have done?

The Russians already suspect that
you've been compromised by the Goa'uld.

As far as they know,
you helped me to escape.

You've done more to convince them
than I ever could.

Listen up, people.

I just got word.

The Russians have gone to a state
of full military preparedness.

As of this moment, we're at DEFCON 1 .

The Russians will no doubt
view my abduction...

as an attempt
to hide evidence...

that your government has been
infiltrated by the Goa'uld.

You have no choice
but to return me immediately.

Yeah. See, that's the part
that I don't understand.

The whole time you were down there...

you were doing your best
to start a nuclear war...

even though you were
right in the line of fire.

Now you want to go back?

He has a way out.

He knows someone on the inside,
someone who can protect him.

- Who is it?
- I have nothing more to say to you.

We can start this again when
he's had some time to think about it.

Take him to the brig.

All our naval forces
have been deployed...

and we've got some pretty big birds
in the air right now.

Radio chatter suggests that both
your people and the Chinese...

- have alerted their missile regiments.
- They're posturing.

Kiselev knows that even if
he launches...

an effective first strike
against your land-based forces...

your sea-based missiles are already in
a position to exact extreme retribution.

Yeah, that's only if he doesn't
completely lose his mind...

and I'm not discounting
that possibility.

As acting commander-in-chief
of the Russian armed forces...

President Mikhailov
is our only hope of reeling him in.

Well, we can't
get through to him.

He's not even taking calls
from the White House anymore.

He is convinced the Goa'uld now
control the American administration.

Look. I know a few people
on his personal staff.

I may be able
to get the direct line...

but if we do make contact, we'll only
have a few minutes to convince him...

that General Kiselev
has been misled by the Goa'uld.

Now, right now, I don't see
how we're going to do that.

We are in position.

Have they detected our presence?

Very well.
Destroy the ship.

They have superior shields.

If we do not succeed with the first
salvo, we will be at a disadvantage.

So long as he is in their hands,
he remains a liability.

We have no choice.

Understood.

What the hell was that?

- We're under attack.
- Shields up.

Transfer power to port engines.
Give me evasive maneuvers.

Bring all weapon
batteries online.

Bridge, this is Sergeant Larson.

- Go ahead.
- Sorry, sir. Prisoner escaped.

The ring room.

Please, tell me
you have something.

Yes, sir, I think I do.

I've been going over everything
we have on General Kiselev...

and I found this.

Colonel Ruslan Chernovshev.

He was Kiselev's chief of staff-
his right-hand man.

Three years ago, he was involved in
a plot to sell a captured symbiote...

to elements ofThe Trust,
then operating within the NI D.

That means The Trust had a direct
connection to Kiselev.

They didn't need Kinsey.

He was just a pretext
to justify this confrontation...

by making them think
that we'd been compromised.

So ifThe Trust had access
to Kiselev...

then he could have been
compromised as well.

Exactly.

This is a file photo...

of General Kiselev
taken three years ago.

And this was taken
less than a week ago...

during a speech he gave
at the General Staff Academy.

Notice the difference?

Glasses?

May I see that?

We know that symbiotes
have healing power.

They can cure a host body of any
number of physical shortcomings...

including bad eyesight.

That's it? Did it occur to you that
he might be wearing contacts?

Sir, I realize
it's not a lot to go on.

Have you heard
of laser surgery?

- Sir-
- No, wait. Colonel Carter is right.

General Kiselev suffered from glaucoma.
His vision was extremely poor.

There is no possibility
he could have read...

from a prepared statement
without his glasses.

Sir, I think Kiselev's
a Goa'uld.

I think he has been all along.

Crap.

We've almost got it, sir.
Stand by.

Hey.

How do we know Mikhailov
hasn't been infected too?

We don't.

But at this point,
we hardly have anything to lose.

- Good point.
- We got it, sir. You're on.

Mr. President,
can you hear me?

Colonel Chekov,
this is highly irregular.

Yes, sir, but these are
highly unusual circumstances.

Agreed. Is General O'Neill
there with you?

I'm here, Mr. President.

It's good to speak
with you again-

although,you understand, at the
moment I cannot trust anything you say.

Yeah. About that-

It's true. There has been
a Goa'uld infiltration.

But it's not on our side.
It's on yours.

What is it exactly
that you are saying?

Let me put it this way, sir.

The last time you saw
General Kiselev...

did you happen to notice
if he was wearing his glasses?

Shields are holding, sir.
Forty percent and steady.

Then we've got 'em.

Come about and prepare
to fire on my signal.

I'm pleased you were able to use
my diversion to free yourself.

Do you think I'm a fool?

You tried to destroy
the ship...

because you thought I would
reveal information about you.

Of course not.
We were merely-

- Open fire, all batteries.
- Yes, sir.

We're sending you the relevant
documents now, Mr. President-

proof of Colonel Chernovshev's
prior relationship with The Trust.

Plus a list of generals
who are willing to support you...

should you decide
to move against General Kiselev.

I must say, I'm not sure
what to make of all this.

Well, you could start
by trusting us.

And if you have been
compromised by the Goa'uld...

I would be standing down
my forces...

with the Americans in position
to launch an immediate attack.

Sir, we both know neither side
can win outright with a first strike.

That's the whole point.

The Goa'uld don't want a winner.
They want us to destroy each other.

- Why?
- We believe...

their ultimate goal
is to get their hands...

on the Ancient
weapon in Antarctica.

Sir, NPIC is reporting
visuals...

from Russian missile site 537.

Silo doors are open.
Evidence of a firefight on the ground.

Oh, my God. Kiselev is trying
to launch without authorization.

Mr. President, you are about
to lose control of your own forces.

- You have to do something right now.
- I am thinking-

What happened?

We lost the connection.
The line is down.

Sir, the Al'kesh is no longer making
evasive maneuvers or returning fire.

We have a clear shot.

Stand by.

Why are we not returning fire?

- They're powering weapons.
- Take them out.

Target destroyed.

Get me Washington.

General, wait!

- We're out of time, Colonel.
- Please.

Sir, NPIC is reporting
new visuals at 537.

Silo doors are closing.

Russian bombers are turning around
and returning to base.

They're standing down.