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Previously on stargate SG-1...

I am ba'al.

As in "Bocce"?

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

We came all this way
just to find out

that we have to go
all the way back?

No.

Power source.

This ancient weapon, such an
advanced piece of technology.

The power requirements
must be enormous.

I wish to request asylum.

My fleet was destroyed
before I came here.

Perhaps I could be
of some use to you here.

General Hammond
is being promoted.

Any idea who we're
going to be stuck with?

Brigadier general
Jack O'Neill.

I spent my whole life
sticking it to the man.

I don't think
I can be the man.

Morning, sir.

Walter.

At 0730 this morning,

SG-8 made scheduled
contact from p6j-908.

They requested permission
to bring an alien life form

back to the base
for further study.

Sir, it's just a plant.

Your 0830 debriefing
Is SG-2,

regarding their recent
mission to p8f-809.

The folder's
on your desk

along with the personnel
files you have yet to review.

How many
do I have left?

All of them.

Right.

Colonel rudnell has
asked me to show you

some bunting samples,

and captain corrigan
is still awaiting approval

on the buffet menu.

Bunting?

John.

General.

You are aware
of the fact

that this is the most
secure military facility

on the face
of the planet.

Well, actually, sir,
there are still

a number of issues
to be resolved.

1000 hours, sir.

Thank you.

Walter...
Sorry, sir.

General O'Neill,
Mark gilmor.

He's your new
administrative aide.

General.

Did I order...
No, sir.

Do I really need...
Yes, sir.

Civilian? I've been
an analyst at the c.I.A.

Forthe last
eight years.

Mostly background checks,

but I did have
top-level clearance.

He was assigned
by general Hammond.

Ah, well, in that case...

Welcome aboard.

How about if I give
you a tour around?

Ah, had one, sir.

Dang.

Very exciting to finally
see it all in action.

Mmm. General, your 0830.

Yes.

You're here
to assist me, right?

How about if you...
Sir, sir, sir.

You really need to
read the file yourself.

Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you, Walter.

Does Mr. Gilmor have...
Follow me.

He's not like
other generals.

Actually, he's not
like other people. Ah.

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

Yeah, and those
are just the files

pertinent to
today's agenda,

so...

I'd better get started.

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

Thank you, sergeant.

Really, really happy.

Thank you, sergeant.

I'm in position.

No, sir, he does
not suspect a thing.

Nothing in peridot?

Well,
traditionally, sir,

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

Excuse me, sir.

General Hammond is on
the phone from the Pentagon,

and SG-1 is here
for the 1300 briefing.

Thank you.

Walter, I just don't have
the decorating gene.

Would you mind?
Yes, sir.

Sir?

General, how are you?

Uh, yeah.
I know, sir,

but every time I open
my mouth to say "George,"

"general" comes out.

Hey.

General.

Colonel.

You've all met?

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

Is that snippiness?

Is that aword?

What do you got?

A gate address of a planet
formerly in Anubis' domain

that, apparently, ba'al
hasn't discovered yet.

We believe it may be
home to an abandoned base.

And just chock-full
of abandoned weapons?

One can hope.

This device was
procured from Jaffa

formerly loyal
to Anubis.

It should allow us
access to the base.

When's the
next opening?

0800 tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow?

I've got 14 teams
out there.

I'm sorry,
operations protocol?

Isit?

Sir, the MALP showed no
indication of any Goa'uld activity.

I still want SG-3
to cover your flanks.

It's just recon.

All the more reason
you can wait another day.

Incoming wormhole.

SG-5 and the
representatives from Amra

to discuss the pending
trade agreement.

Love to stay and chat...

Jack, if those rebel
Jaffa know about it,

it's only a matter of time
before ba'al knows about it.

One day, Daniel.
One day.

Here comes
one negotiation

I'm glad
I'm not part of.

It's a plant.

Exactly.

20 minutes ago,
it was a seed.

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

is it really wise to be
bringing alien life-forms

through the gate?

It's a plant.
Yeah.

And besides,
offworld teams

follow strict
safety protocols

in determining what
to bring back to earth.

You know, if humankind
is going to benefit

from what we find
out there,

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

It's a plant.

I know, I know,

and I know our mandate
is to seek out

new weapons
and technology

to defend the planet
from our enemies, but...

Wouldn't it be cool

if we could exploit the
wonders of the galaxy

for other
beneficial purposes

like curing disease,

or, well, in this case...

Possibly solving
world hunger?

Speaking of which.

Dr. Lee speaking.

General!

They want you
in the briefing room.

Hey, you want
to get some lunch?

No, I'm fine.

You just going to sit in
here all day and, uh...

I'm not sulking.

Working. I was
going to say "working."

O'Neill merely
believes that...

Guys, I'm fine.

You know, you can't
really blame him

for wanting
to send backup.

I'm sure it has
nothing to do with...

I understand.
He's just being cautious.

Thanks, guys.

General, if I might
have a moment with you,

we're completely stalled.

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

They're like
bickering children.

Maybe they need
a timeout.

The plains of Goran
are sacred ground.

To the plainsmen.

I am a plainsman.

I know.

I take offense
at that.

A fence,
now there's an idea.

Hi, folks.

General, I think
it would be best...

What do you say
we take a little break?

All this negotiating,
it's just exhausting,

and you've been
at it awhole...

...Hour already.

We've prepared
special quarters for you.

You can relax, get a
massage, room service,

whatever you need.

Come on, I'll show you.

Fellas...

What do you think?

All right,
so it's not the ritz,

but we do what we
can around here.

Knock twice
when you're ready

to talk like adults,
all right?

Wait, wait,
wait, general...

You don't expect us
to share one room.

Not am Icably at first,

but I have great hope
for you boys.

You can't do this!

Open this door
at once!

Nobody gets out.

Dear general Hammond...

Wish you were here
and that I was not.

O'Neill.

Good morning, sir.

The delegates from Amra
are furious.

They are demanding
to be released

and say
there's no chance

that atrade agreement
will ever happen

between
our governments now.

Did they try
the donuts?

You made sure they were
krispy kremes, right?

Shall I release them
and send them home, sir?

Give them another day.

But, sir, I...
No coffee?

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

Uh, well, uh... Dr. Lee
needs to see you right away

concerning the plant
from p6j-908.

SG-1 and 3
are in the gate room

preparing to embark,
and, uh...

Oh, itturns out

that the red, white, and
blue bunting is unavailable.

No bunting?

They can get
some blue and white

and mix in some red.

It justwon't
be the same.

Sir.

Good morning, people.

I sure wish I was
going with you,

but I've got
a big day planned.

I'm tasting menu items
for the buffet.

Have fun, sir.
You know I will.

Watch your backs.
We will.

Mind the curfew.

SG-3 hold here.

Colonel...

Colonel.

Bosco and Peterson
can watch the gate.

We're fine.

It's simple recon. We'll
stay in radio contact.

Standard perimeter.

Well, the good news is it
hasn't eaten anybody yet.

Well, thank you, Seymour.

Yeah, obviously, we
underestimated its growth properties.

It seems to respond
really dramatically

to any kind
of visible light.

Yeah, well,
I thought of that.

I just thought
you might like to see it.

Uh, don't worry. We'll
getit under control.

Sir...

There are signs of recent
Jaffa activity in the area.

Try the wrist
device again.

I have tried it
several times.

I'm getting some
faint energy readings.

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

Peterson, you're with me.

Bosco, if we don't make
radio contact in 10 minutes,

dial earth and report in.

Take cover!

Son of a bitch.

Sir, colonel Reynolds
is dialed in from p2x-887.

He's lost contact
with SG-1.

One alkesh. It buzzed
the gate and flew off.

No sign of the enemy
since then, sir.

I've been unable to make
radio contact with SG-1

going on 19 minutes.

Requesting backup and
permission to begin searching.

SG-10 and 12.

Backup on the way.

Thank you, sir.

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

Not only does it have
amazing growth properties,

but it's proving extremely
difficult to eradicate...

We thinkit's using
the ventilation shafts

to spread
airborne spores.

We looked everywhere.
No sign of them.

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

Yes, sir.

Colonel Carter insisted
we secure the gate.

Unauthorized
incoming wormhole.

No IDCyet, sir.

Stand down, boys.

And what do you want?

I have your friends.

And?

I propose an exchange.

For what?

Not what. Whom.

Whatever.

Camulus.

Who?

I'll transmit
the gate address.

You will send him to me,

if you want to see
your friends alive again.

Let me think about it.

You have one day.

Is that, like...
One earth day, or...

Nothing to report from
the teams in the field.

Rebel Jaffa, tok'ra.

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

and, as ordered, camulus
is being transferred here

from the facility
where he was being held.

He should be here shortly.

Even if we did comply

and send camulus to the
address ba'al transmitted,

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

This could all
be a trick

to get us
to do just that.

I know.

Any type of exchange
would have to involve

a Stargate on
another planet.

I've made some
suggestions.

Are you really
considering

turning camulus
over to ba'al?

It's on the table.

He's here.

Colonel, have
your team ready.

Yes, sir.

Isn't it already
too late?

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

He was tortured, killed,

and brought back to life
using a sarcophagus

more times than you
would care to imagine.

SG-1 never gave up then

and general O'Neill
won't now.

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

Ba'al has
three of my people

and he's offered up
an exchange.

For me.

Any idea why?

There are
many possible reasons.

Pick one.

Nothing?

You offered to help us if
we granted you asylum.

I did not expect to be
treated like a prisoner.

You're a Goa'uld.

What are you going to do?

Give me
one good reason

why I shouldn't
turn you over.

Ba'al cannot be trusted.

Yeah.

No matter what you do,

he will never return
your friends to you.

I thought you were just
going to question him.

He didn't have
the right answers.

General, this goes
against official policy

regarding
prisoner exchanges.

He's not a prisoner.
He requested asylum.

I'm UN-granting it. You
can be court-martialed.

You know, if it
gets my team back,

I don't care. But
you know it won't.

You're sacrificing him
for nothing.

Go, go, go.

Let's take a walk,
you and me.

Come on.

I've done
everything I can.

It's up to you.

Last chance.

In spite
of what you think,

I am not a coward.

I think you are.

Well, it was
worth a try.

Take him back
to his cell.

It... it was a bluff?

You could have
told me, sir.

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

Not my problem.

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

I cannot stay here.

If ba'al is truly so
determined to have revenge,

he won't stop at this.

It Is not safe for you
to harbor me anymore.

So what?

I am saying
I am willing to leave.

Out of the goodness
of your heart?

Of course not.

When I asked for asylum,

I did not expect to rot in a
cell for the rest of my life.

Well, work with me.
Give me something.

I'll see what I can do.

I can tell you
of a planet

where there is a device
created by the ancients.

What's it do?

I do not know.

I never could
discover its secrets.

Perhaps you can.

Do you think this is
what ba'al's really after?

While I never disclosed
its location,

I once made the mistake

of bragging that I
had found the device,

at a meeting
of the system lords.

Hard to believe,
you bragging.

I knew it wasn't
easy for you,

but had I known
what it was really like,

I would have
tried to be less

of a pain in the... ass.

At least,
I would have tried harder.

Unscheduled
offworld activation.

Walter.

Receiving
SG-3's IDC, sir.

Open it.
Yes, sir.

Just like he said, sir.

Some sort of ancient
device, size of a large room.

Any idea what it does?

I'll leave that
up to the tech guys,

but I can tell you this.

I know why
he couldn't turn it on.

It wasn't plugged in.

What... what is it?

It's a zpm.

What is that?

A zero-point module.

It's an ancient
power source

that draws its energy
from subspace.

It's the only thing
powerful enough to activate

the ancient defense weapons
SG-I found down in Antarctica.

The one we have
is pretty much dead.

Well, this one
sure isn't.

How good is it?

Well, I'm going to
have to do

some more detailed
analysis,

but these preliminary readings
indicate at least 50% capacity.

Well, that's...
That's good, isn't it?

Excuse me.

It's that damn plant.

We've lost power
to all control systems.

Yes, sir.

We paid the electric bill.

I checked.

The plant
is in the wall.

It's interfering with power
and communication lines.

There's no light
in the walls.

I know, but as long as any
part of it is exposed to light,

then it seems like it can
feed the unexposed areas.

I'm recommending
we keep the whole base

on minimal
emergency lighting

just until we get
the problem under control.

How long?

Well, that's a little
difficult to say,

because first,
we have to figure out

how to get the problem
under control.

Where are we?

The dialing computer
is offline.

There must be
a circuit board

that got fried
when we tried

to restore power
to the system.

Incoming wormholes
will connect,

and we can still receive radio
communication and IDCs, but...

The Iris?

Manual control.

What about dialing
the gate manually?

Uh, that's a problem.

The inner ring seems
to be locked in place.

We tried disconnecting
the control interface, but...

There was a gate
diagnostic running

when the power went down.

Could be something
to do with the commands

being exchanged
at the time.

Bottom line.

We can't dial out.

Okay.

What? Oh, god.

Sorry
to wake you, sir.

Feels like it's been
10 minutes. It has.

There's an incoming
wormhole.

Ba'al wants to talk.

Ba'al.

Sorry to keep you
waiting.

I was taking
a little nap.

The deadline has passed.

Yeah, look,
we're having

a little technical
difficulty here.

Are your friends' lives
meaningless to you?

Hey, this is not
a stall tactic.

I would have
called you sooner,

but we can't dial out
at the moment.

Why not?

Well, I'm not really sure.

Here's some irony
for you.

Carter would have
this thing fixed like that.

No offense there, siler.

Uh, none taken, sir.

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

Before you know it,
you'll have old camel-ass

back in your
grubby little mitts.

You dare mock me?

Ba'al, come on.

You should know.

Of course,
I dare mock you.

You have one more day.

Is it really wise
to provoke him?

It's what I do.

Over two years ago,

the tok'ra provided us
with the formula

to the Goa'uld poison
they developed.

We've been modifying it,

manufacturing
as much as we can use

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

Area 51 is confirming

that there is
currently enough

to negate
a sizable enemy force.

We think we can
effectively neutralize

and invade three
Goa'uld occupied planets.

Now, the poison
is non-persistent,

so there will be
limited time

before potential
reinforcements become a factor.

And determining which
of ba'al's planets to target

is still an educated guess.

We're still
gathering intel

on exactly where SG-1
is being held.

This poison, does it kill
Jaffa as well as Goa'uld?

That's right.

How many casualties
are we talking about?

Thousands.
Tens of thousands.

So it's not really
a rescue plan.

It's a full-scale attack.

That would most certainly
provoke a reaction,

possibly another
attack on earth.

But considering the fact
that we now have a zpm

to power
the ancient defenses...

Sorry
to interrupt, sir,

but camulus is insisting
that he speak with you again.

Did you not find
something of value

on the planet
of which I spoke?

Oh, yeah. We did.

Then why have
you not released me?

Ordo you
still believe

you can trade me
for your friends?

Gamma radiation
seems to work.

We're preparing a method of
delivering a strong enough level

to the entire base
all at once.

Now, non-essential
personnel

are going to have
to be evacuated.

Everyone else is going to
have to wear protective suits.

You have to get
general O'Neill

to sign off on this
right away.

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

Yeah, that's why
I'm asking you todoit.

Right.

I'm canceling
the presidents visit.

Really?

Why would you
do that?

I'm surprised you can
joke at atime like this.

That's pretty much alli
can do at the moment.

Your flagship team is in
the hands of the enemy,

you can't dial
the Stargate,

and the base is overrun
by an alien plant.

We did find a zpm.

True.

Give it another day.

You think you can get
everything resolved by then?

Wait a minute.

I think there's a joke
in there somewhere.

No. Got nothing.

And so I regretfully
submit my resignation,

and to be clear,

the regret is not so much
about the resigning part,

but the fact
that I was deluded enough

to think I had possessed

even one iota
of the ability needed

to fill your sizable
and shiny shoes.

Dr. Lee just
called down, sir.

He feels confident the plant
has been fully eradicated.

I wish I did.

Oh, and the dialing
computer is back online.

Chevron-four encoded.

You're releasing him?

I made a deal.

We got a zpm.

Look, I know we can
finally dial Pegasus again

and still defend earth
if we have to, but...

Chevron-five
encoded.

Control room.

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

Yeah.

Abort
the dialing procedure.

Basically, it shouldn't
be glowing like this.

Why is it?

Well, it's funny, really.

I like funny.

No, this isn't
the good kind of funny.

I think it was
the gamma radiation

we used to kill the plant
that revealed this.

Revealed what?

It illuminated
a substance

foreign to what
we know to be

the normal molecular
make-up of a zpm.

And?

Well, we managed to scrape
some microscopic fragments

from the casing and
run some tests, and, uh...

Well, you're going
to want these.

This is what happens
when you introduce

a constant
electric charge.

The zpm is booby-trapped?

We were going to
send it to Antarctica.

Can you imagine
if someone had taken it

and plugged it into the
chair in the ancient outpost?

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

A charged zpm,
detonating that?

I don't know.

I mean, it could have
destroyed the whole planet.

That's why camulus
was so eager to leave.

Well...

Can you undo it?

Uh, well, you know,
we haven't actually...

Yes or no?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

When you couldn't
figure out

what that ancient
device was for,

you tampered
with the power source

so nobody else could.

I did nothing of the kind.

Cammy...

Worth a try.

Here's the deal.

How'd you like a chance
to kill ba'al?

In exchange, you want me
to use the ancient device

to trade for the lives
of your friends?

Exactly.

Amusing.

All right?

Coming with me?

We're taking you
to another planet first.

We'll wait
for SG-1 there.

Receiving
SG-3's IDC, sir.

Open it.

You're late.

We thought we'd give it
an extra hour, sir.

We knew it was a long shot.

Thank you, colonel.

Dismissed.

Sir, colonel Reynolds
would like a moment.

Fine.

He's in the gateroom, sir.

What's going on?

General, we just
wanted you to know,

whatever you decide,

we're behind you 100%

you just need to give the
order and we're ready to go.

I know you are, colonel.

Thank you.

All of you.

Dismissed.

Good night, sir.

Good night, siler.

Unscheduled
offworld activation.

It's SG-1's
identification code.

Sergeant o'brien
transmitted a hold signal

back through the gate

and is awaiting
your instruction.

O'brien? We have audio
contact, sir. It's colonel Carter.

Carter?

We're under
heavy fire, sir.

Open the Iris.

Negative.

Can you reroute?

Negative.

The dhd is
no longer accessible.

Jack, what's going on?

You've been
in enemy hands.

You know the protocol.

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

What the hell
are you talking about?

You were captured
by ba'al.

Ba'al? We're on p2x-887.

We were trapped
in Anubis' secret base,

and when we came out,
we had a Jaffa ambush

waiting for us
at the gate.

It appears these Jaffa
are loyal to ba'al.

Sir, the gate's
going to shut down

and we won't be able
to dial out again.

Open it.

You're clear.

Nice.

Hey, guys.

Thank you, sir.

So...

Trapped in a secret
base all this time.

Go figure.

The wrist device
allowed us access.

We couldn't get back out.

You thought ba'al
had captured us?

That's what
he said.

How did he even know
we were missing?

Reynolds saw an al'kesh.

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

Probably intercepted
any radio chatter.

That would explain
the ambush.

Ba'al's Jaffa
couldn't find the base,

but they figured
if we turned up...

It's a great story.

More importantly,

did Anubis leave
anything cool behind?

Not really, no.

Nuts.

Carter, ol Carter.

How are you?

I'm good. Thanks
for asking. Yeah.

You're not going to
dress for the occasion, sir?

Well, you know me.
I love dressing up.

I was just on my way.

Sir...

I wanted
totalkto you...

Carter,
your evaluation is done,

and I think
you'd be very pleased.

Really?

You had doubts?

Honestly?
I was wondering

whether you were completely
confident in my leadership skills.

Aren't you?

I've been
second-guessing myself

for ordering SG-3
to remain at the gate.

Oh, pshaw.

It was standard recon.

Your tactics in dealing with
the ambush were perfect.

You should read what
Teal'c and Daniel wrote

about your conduct
under fire.

Can I?
No.

Damn. Teal'c said
you were an animal.

He's such
an exaggerator.

Yeah, isn't he?

Well, this is where
I go to take off

the clothes I prefer and
Don the clothes I abhor.

Uh, sir, quickly,

I wanted to talk to you
about something else.

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

I think he may have underestimated
the explosive potential.

It could have actually
destroyed the entire solar system.

What's the difference?

Well, my point is,
if we figured it out,

so could baal.

He could use it
as a weapon against us.

All true, Carter,

which is exactly why I didn't
give camulus the tainted one.

Sir?
I gave him the dead one.

It's worthless, right?

Ba'al is going to be
pretty pissed at camulus.

Yeah.

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

He should be getting on
the elevator momentarily.

Uh, sir, I think
you should know,

I'll be leaving
tomorrow.

Really?

Yes, sir.

Thetruth is,
I've been here

on a temporary
special assignment

from the president.

Sort of a civilian
audit, if you will.

Of the SGC?

Of you.

I know.

You do?

General Hammond told me.

Well, he wasn't
supposed to.

Well, don't tell anyone.

Well, um, then you know

the president wanted to
make sure you were settling in

before he came
and shook your hand

and fully endorsed you
as the leader of this base.

Obviously,
he's here, so...

What I mean is,

I just want you to know

how much respect I have
for what you do here.

And for you.

Thanks.

Shall we?

Oh, by the way,
did you, uh,

let those Amran
delegates go?

I did, sir, yes.

Major Davis said
they seem

much more willing
to negotiate now.

Do you think they
liked the fruit basket?

I think so, sir.

Mmm. Put a lot
of thought into that.