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Teal'c: Previously On Stargate SG-1...

What Is It?

You Tell Me.

"Under No Circumstances Go To P4c-970,

"Colonel Jack O'Neill."

This Looks Like Your Handwriting.

That Is My Handwriting.

And It's My Signature.

That Looks Like Blood, Sir.

I Want P4c-970 Removed From The Dialing Computer Immediately.

I Wonder Why You Sent It.

I Wonder When.

Welcome Back, SG-1.

O'Neill: Break Out The Fishing Gear, General...

Our Job Here Is Done.

Well, I Take It Your Mission Was Successful?

Carter: In A Word, Sir... Yes.

In Two Words...

Yes, Sir.

Your Initial Report Said The Volians

Were A Simple Agrarian Society.

That They Are.

Jackson: The Volians Introduced Us

To Another Race, Friends Of Theirs.

Who, While Lacking A Sense Of Humor,

Make Up For It In Advanced Technology.

They Just Wanted To Make Sure

We Were Trustworthy First.

O'Neill: Long Story Short...

I Think We Just Carried Out Our Standing Orders, Sir.

Teal'c: Indeed. We May Have Found A Race

Both Willing And Capable Of Defending This World

Against The Goa'uld.

And If That Little Outburst Didn't Convince You...

I'm Convinced.

We Just Wrapped Up Several Hours Of Talks

With A Guy Named...

Borren.

Borren, Who Really Lacks A Sense Of Humor.

But He Wants The Negotiations

To Move Up To The State Level.

Well Done, People.

Perhaps While I Inform The President,

You Could Prepare A Mission Briefing.

Yes, Sir.

By The Way, What Do Our New Friends Call Themselves?

The Aschen, Sir.

They're Called The Aschen.

(Theme Music Plays)

So, Out Of Security Concerns,

The Aschen Wish Not To Reveal The

Location Of Their Homeworld

Until We Have An Agreement.

They're A Little Paranoid.

Which Seems Appropriate

Seeing As How They Don't Have An Iris Like Ours.

We Do Know That They've Actually Created

A Secondary Star In The Volian System

By Igniting A Gas Giant,

Thereby Doubling The Volians' Growing Season.

They Made A Star? How?

Well, Theoretically By Increasing The Density

Of A Sufficiently Massive Gas Giant

Until A Thermonuclear Reaction Could Take Place.

In Fact, Arthur C. Clarke Posited...

O'Neill: Ambassador...

You Gotta Be Careful About The Use

Of The Word "How"

Unless You Really Want To Know.

My Mistake, Colonel.

I Guess My Point Is, The Achievement Itself

Goes A Long Way To Prove The Aschen

Are Advanced Enough To Take On The Goa'uld.

Teal'c: The Aschen Could Be Formidable Allies.

Hammond: If They're Stargate Capable,

Why Is This The First We've Heard Of Them?

Jackson: That's A Good Question.

They Have Ships, But They Only Use Them

To Travel Between Planets Within Their Confederation.

Of Which The Volian System Is A Part.

Right. Uh, Borren Said That Both The Aschen

And Volian Gates Were Discovered Buried,

Like Ours Was. And No Dhd Was Ever Recovered.

Carter: Naturally, The Aschen Tried Dialing

Numerous Symbol Combinations.

But Without A Dhd To Compensate For Stellar Drift,

They Were Stuck Just Like We Were.

We Could Only Go To Abydos.

Exactly. It Was Only After Daniel's Discovery

Of The Cartouch On Abydos That We Were Able

To Make The Drift Calculations

To Successfully Dial Other Planets.

Add To That The Database That Colonel O'Neill Retrieved

From The Library Of The Ancients...

We Can Offer Access To An Entire Galaxy

Of Worlds And Races The Aschen Never Even Knew Existed.

The News Must Have Come As A Shock To Them.

Oh, Not Really.

Jackson: What Jack Is Trying To Say

Is That If They Were Surprised They'd Never Show It.

They Don't Get Excited In General, General.

It's Like An Entire Planet Of Accountants.

Teal'c: Colonel O'Neill Mistrusts The Aschen.

I Didn't Say That.

Indeed, You Did. On Several Occasions.

No, I Didn't.

What I Said Was I Didn't Trust People

Without A Sense Of Humor.

Especially That Boring Guy.

Borren.

I Know His Name. He Was Boring.

The Aschen Have Agreed To Meet Our Representative

On P3A-194 Tomorrow.

Colonel O'Neill, Both You And Major Carter

Are To Make Yourselves Available To The Ambassador

As Consultants.

O'Neill: Yes, Sir.

Dr. Jackson, In The Meantime, I'd Like You And Teal'c

To Confer With The Volians.

Find Out How They Feel About The Aschen.

Well, Can Tell You Their Feelings Right Now, Sir.

Dig A Little Deeper. Find Out From The Volians

If The Aschen Are The Good Neighbors They Seem To Be.

You'll Embark At 0700. Gentlemen...

Major Carter, Since We're Trading Knowledge

Of The Stargate, I Could Probably Use

A Little More Of That Knowledge Myself.

After You, Ambassador.

This Place Never Ceases To Amaze Me.

Anything Yet?

Uh, The Computer Should Have It Down

To A Handful Of Candidates By Tomorrow.

Candidates?

Yeah. We're Trying To Determine The Location

Of The Aschen Home Planet.

How Can You Do That Without The Coordinates?

How?

Oh, Asked That Question Again.

In My Early Work With The Stargate Program,

I Theorized That... All Things Being Equal...

The Outside Limit For A Lock Between Two Stargates

Without A Dhd Was 300 Light Years.

The Computer Is Searching For Viable Coordinates

Within That Radius Of The Volian System, P3A-194.

Because The Aschen Homeworld Is Somewhere Within This Area.

There's A 70 Percent Probability.

If The Aschen Are So Powerful,

Why Don't They Want Us To Know?

Until We Share Our Database With Them,

They Have Only Our Word Of What's Out There.

They're Vulnerable.

If We Didn't Have An Iris, I Think We'd Do The Same.

Uh, You Know What?

I Have Not Eaten Since, Uh... Oh, Today.

The Mess Is This Way.

If You'd Like, We Can Talk More There.

I'd Like That Very Much.

Chevron 3 Encoded.

Morning.

This Is What You're Wearing?

What's Wrong With It?

Nothing.

Technician: Chevron 4 Encoded.

You Look Fine.

Well, Yeah. They Said I Didn't Have To Wear A Uniform.

I Just Want To Make A Good Impression.

Chevron 5 Encoded.

You Look Great. Very Sharp.

Thank You.

Chevron 6 Encoded.

It's The Shoes.

They're Gonna Get Ruined.

It's A Farm Planet.

Technician: Chevron 7 Locked.

Hammond: Enjoy The Ride, Ambassador.

We'll Look Forward To Your Return.

After You.

Thank You.

It Looks Just Like, Uh...

Oh, Yeah.

Just When You Think You're Not In Kansas Anymore,

Turns Out You Are.

We'll Go See What We Can Dig Up.

Have Fun.

Uh, You Said The Volians And The Aschen

Enjoy A Longstanding Trade Relationship,

But There Aren't Any Signs Of Trade Infrastructure

Around The Stargate.

(Mechanical Grinding)

What Is That Sound?

Have A Look.

Carter: It's Called A Harvester.

The Aschen Have Provided Hundreds Of Them

All Over The Planet.

When A Field Is Ready,

The Machine Harvests The Crop

And Then Brings It To The Stargate

For Transport To The Aschen Homeworld.

We're Gonna Want A Few Of Those.

Borren: I'm Sure That Can Be Arranged, Colonel.

Borren.

Colonel.

I Thought I Made It Clear Your Weapons Were Unnecessary.

Oh, I Thought You Were Joking Around...

You Know, Like You Always Do.

Borren, May I Introduce Our Official Representative,

Ambassador Joseph Faxon Of The United States.

I Bring You Greetings From...

Borren: I Am Not Your Counterpart.

The Harvester Possesses A Suitable Compartment.

This Way, Please.

Shoes.

Sergeant, You Have Something?

Sir, Let Me Show You On The Star Map.

We've Calculated A Total

Of 5 Possible Stargate Coordinates

Within A 300 Light-Year Radius Of P3A-194,

The Volian System.

And There's A Good Chance One Of Them Is The Aschen World.

Well, Of The 5, These 3 Were Just Calculated,

So They're Unexplored.

This One Was Determined Uninhabitable

By A Malp Probe

But, Sir, This One... This Gate Was Locked Out

Of Our Dialing Computer By Your Order 7 Months Ago.

You're Telling Me There's A 1 In 4 Chance

That The Aschen Homeworld

Is A Planet That I Ordered Off Limits.

Yes, Sir.

Sergeant, Have Sg Teams 3, 12, And 15

Report To The Briefing Room As Soon As Possible.

Yes, Sir.

Keel.

It's, Uh, Dan Jackson And, And Teal'c.

You Said You'd Not Likely Be This Way Again.

Yeah, We Wanted To Learn More

About Your Relationship With The Aschen.

What Would You Like To Know?

If They Are Honorable.

Yeah. I Wouldn't Have Put It Quite That Way, But...

They've Been Friends To Us Since I Remember.

I Was Raised By An Aschen Family.

Orphan.

They Give Medicine Freely,

Uh, Machines Freely...

Light And Heat For Our Homes.

Really? So They've Never Been Unreasonable

With Your People In Any Way?

They Just Float Around In Their Harvesters Mostly...

What Few Of Them There Are.

Then You Maintain Freedom From Their World.

If Freedom Is Bein' Left Alone...

We Have It.

Ok. Well, Thank You.

Uh, When Next You Speak To One,

Tell 'Em I Got Iron Root In My South Field.

Can't Dig It Out Myself.

Need One Of Their Machines.

Iron Root? Well, Maybe, Maybe We Can Help.

Stand Here.

(Buttons Chime)

Oh, Yeah.

We're Gonna Want A Few Of These, Too.

Ambassador, Allow Me To Introduce Your Counterpart

From Our Confederation... Mollem.

I Offer Greetings From Our President

In The Hope That We Can Forge A Friendship

That Will Enrich Both Our Peoples.

This Seating Arrangement

Is Suitable For Our Negotiations.

Mollem: Please.

I Assume There Are Facilities On Board?

In The Next Compartment.

Just Wanted To Make Sure Before We Flew Off Somewhere.

The Harvester Will Remain In The General Vicinity

Of The Stargate Throughout The Negotiations.

Huh.

Mind If I Check Out The View First?

Daniel, Teal'c, We're On Board

One Of Their Harvesters.

When You Get Back, Report To Hammond,

And Let Him Know Proceedings Have Begun. Over.

Jackson: Copy That. And, Uh, Good Luck.

Here It Is.

It Goes Deep, I'll Tell You That.

Keel, We Can Probably Take Care Of This For You

With Teal'c's Staff Weapon.

General Hammond's Request Was To Gather Information.

He Also Said We Should Dig A Little Deeper.

Keel: There's A Jug Of My Best Sweetwater

In It For You If You Manage.

Ok.

Have You Discovered Something, Daniel Jackson?

Oh, God, I Hope Not.

Probably Though.

Our Position Is Straightforward.

You Have Discovered The Means Of Travel

Between Stargates Throughout The Galaxy.

Several Hundred Worlds, I'm Told.

Yes.

And You Seek Technologies For The Purposes Of Defense

Against Hostile Races You Have Encountered On These Travels.

Yes, We Do.

We Agree, In Principle, To Provide You

With These Defense Technologies...

And Much More...

In Exchange For Your Full Disclosure

Of This Stargate Network.

We Also Agree, In Principle.

Teal'c: An Ancient City Once Stood Here.

I Don't Know About Ancient, Certainly Extinct.

Not That I Want To Get Caught Up In Semantics Here,

But Even If There Was A City Here

Just A Few Hundred Years Ago...

What Happened?

What Is The Current Population Of Earth?

Well, You'll Have To Forgive Me.

I Don't Know The Exact Number.

Uh, Somewhere In The Neighborhood Of 6 Billion.

Growing At A Rate Of Several Million A Year.

That Growth Rate Is Unsustainable.

We Agree.

You Represent The Dominant Nation?

That Is A Fair Assessment.

And So Are You Taking Military Action

To Curtail This Growth Rate?

No. We Respect The Sovereignty Of Our Neighbors.

We Are Pleased To Hear That.

The Worlds Of The Confederation

Are A Partnership Of Equals

(Mechanical Grinding)

Borren: Do Not Be Alarmed.

The Harvester Is Continuing Its Normal Operations.

Mollem: While You May Respect These Neighbors,

You Have Not Yet Revealed To Them

The Existence Of Your Stargate.

Not To All.

Any Treaty Between The Aschen Confederation

And The People Of Earth

Must Be With All The People Of Earth.

I Think We Can Agree To That.

Jackson: The Level Of Technology

Appears To Have Been Similar

To Early Twentieth Century Earth.

I'd Say Circa 1910.

There Appears To Be No Sign Of Battle, Daniel Jackson.

I Can Tell You That, Barring A Natural Disaster,

It Generally Takes The Forces Of Nature Several Centuries

To Bury A City.

This Place Looks Like It Was Just Plowed Over Recently.

Perhaps To Create Farmland.

Or Maybe The Volians Had Their Own Version Of A Luddite Movement.

Whoever Did This... The Volians Or The Aschen...

They Probably Did It Long After The City

Was Already Abandoned.

There Are No Human Remains.

Exactly. So The Question Is Why?

This Looks Like It Might Have Been A Public Building

Of Some Sort. I'm Gonna Go Inside

And Take A Look Around.

It May Be Extremely Dangerous.

Yes, It May.

I'm Gonna Go Inside And Take A Look Around.

Several Months Ago, We Received A Message

Through The Stargate That Simply Stated,

"Under No Circumstances Go To P4c-970."

The Warning From The Future.

That's The Theory, Major.

We Don't Know The Circumstances

In Which It Was Written, Only That The Signature

And The Blood Found On The Note Match Colonel O'Neill's.

We've Just Determined That The Race Of People

We're Currently In Trade Negotiations With...

The Aschen... May Be From One Of These 4 Planets.

Then The Only Way To Rule Out 970 As The Aschen World

Is To Check Out The Other 3, Sir.

That's Your Mission.

Have Your Teams Ready To Embark

Once The Malps Have Determined You're Good To Go.

O'Neill: Just Out Of Curiosity,

What Kind Of Defense Technologies

Are We Talking About?

Space Guns? Force Fields?

Motherships?

This Is An Example Of A Bioweapon

We Can Make Available To You.

A Living Radioactive Genetic Material

That May Be Designed To Attack And Destroy

Only The Specific Dna Of Your Enemy.

We Have A Number Of Efficient Delivery Systems.

Ahem.

Well, We'd Want Certain Assurances...

That We Take Military Action

Only Against Your Enemies And Not Your Friends.

Of Course.

The Question Arises, Why Have These Friends Of Earth

Not Already Provided You With The Defense Technologies

That You Seek From Us?

Most Of The Advanced Races That We've Befriended

Have Hesitated To Share Their Technology With Us

For Fear That We Could Use It To Destroy Ourselves.

Mollem: True Friends Would Endeavor To Prevent That.

You Have Changed The Way In Which We View The Universe.

Do Not Underestimate What We Offer In Return For That Gift.

We Can Put An End To Disease,

Double The Human Lifespan,

Provide The Means To Cross Entire Continents

In A Single Step.

Much More Than Simply A Means To Defend Yourselves

Against Your Enemies.

We Offer Earth Membership

Within The Aschen Confederation.

Chevron One Encoded.

Airman: Sir, Pentagon, Line One.

This Is Hammond.

Yes, Sir. We Were Just About To Depart...

Chevron Two Encoded.

May I Ask Why?

Understood.

Sergeant, Abort The Dialing Sequence.

Yes, Sir.

Aborting Dialing Sequence.

SG-15, Your Recon Mission Has Been Scrubbed

Until Further Notice. You May Stand Down.

Sir? What's Going On?

That's What I Aim To Find Out.

(Loud Rumbling)

It Would Not Be Wise To Attempt That Again,

Daniel Jackson.

Ok.

Now, If I'm Right...

These Are Newspapers.

There Seems To Be Faint Pictures.

Yes, And Hopefully They'll Paint A Thousand Words.

The Language Appears To Be Similar

To An Ancient Celtic Text I Found In Wales.

I Should Be Able To Make Some Of This Out.

(Loud Rumbling)

We Need To Go Through All This.

We're Looking For Big Headlines First.

This Cavern May Be Unstable.

I Believe It Would Be Best

If We Returned To The Surface.

I Don't Think So.

If This Doesn't Serve Our Purposes,

We're Gonna Have To Take Another Look Around,

And If The Aschen Really Do Have Something To Hide,

I Don't Think We're Gonna Get A Second Chance.

Mollem: Colonel...

You Seem Pensive.

No, I Was Just Thinking.

You're Offering A Lot More Than We Asked For.

Our Motives Are Not Entirely Selfless.

Perhaps You Offer More Than You Give Yourself Credit For.

Access To The Stargate Network.

And The Promise Of Much More, Major Carter.

An Introduction To The Advanced Races

That You Have Befriended,

Just As The Volians Introduced You To Us.

Your Ways And Culture Will Enrich Ours.

The Aschen Are Not The Natural Explorers

That You So Obviously Are.

Fortified By Our Technology,

You Can Continue Your Exploration,

Share With Us What You Learn.

Uh... You Understand I Have To Present Your Offer

To Our Leaders.

You'll Find We Are A Very Patient People, Ambassador.

In The Meantime, Will Also Confer With My Leadership

And Recommend To Them The

Immediate Commencement Of Trade

Between Our Worlds.

I Look Forward To Our Future Together.

As Do I.

Well...

That Was...

Easy.

Faxon: This Was Just The First Stage.

If You Thought It Was Too Easy, Believe Me,

You Won't Feel That Way When We're Done.

So I'm The Only One That Has A Bad Feeling About This?

Yes.

Just Checking.

Here's Something.

The Headline Says Something About A Pandemic.

Some Sort Of...

I Can't Translate That. Maybe Fever...

Now, Assuming The Aschen Are

The "Newcomers" In This Article,

They Provided A... Can't Translate That Word Either,

But It Appears To Have Been Some Sort Of Vaccine.

And The Volian People Were Immensely Grateful.

Which Serves To Prove The Aschen Are Honorable.

Actually, All It Proves Is That The City

Was Abandoned Sometime After They Made Contact

With The Aschen.

And Cities Are Usually Abandoned

When Civilizations Fall.

Perhaps They Relocated Elsewhere

Within The Aschen Confederation.

I Don't Much Like The Sound Of That Either.

Keel Said He'd Never Been Anywhere Else.

This City Has Been Abandoned For Many Years.

Yes, But Long Enough Ago

For Keel To Have Absolutely No Idea It Was Ever Here?

Welcome Back.

As Per Your Instructions, Ambassador,

An Air Force Jet Is Standing By At Peterson

To Take You Back To Washington

Just As Soon As You're Cleared By Our Doctors.

Thank You, General.

History Will Remember Your Contribution To This.

O'Neill. Two Ls.

And Major, Next Time I'm In The Neighborhood,

I Know A Restaurant That Beats Your Mess Hands Down.

I'd Like That.

Well, General, It Might Be Time

To Reconsider This Retirement Thing.

Not Yet, Colonel.

Come With Me.

Hammond: The President Doesn't Want To Risk

Such A Potentially Rewarding Alliance

On The Basis Of A Note That May Or May Not

Be A Warning From The Future.

I Knew That Thing Was Going To Come Back To Haunt Me.

General, To Confirm The Aschen Are From A World

Other Than 970 Is Only Prudent.

And If We Encounter The Aschen

On One Of Those Other Worlds?

They Wouldn't Be Too Happy About It.

It Could Jeopardize The Treaty.

Send A Probe. For All We Know,

Sending A Probe Was What Caused The Problem You Were Trying To Avoid

By Sending Your Note.

Well, Technically, I Haven't Sent It Yet.

But If I Get A Chance Again,

I'm Sure Gonna Fill It With A Lot More Detail.

Well, You Were Probably Trying To Limit

The Causality Violation By Keeping It Simple.

I Wonder Whose Idea That Was.

Sir, You Know Me.

I Wouldn't Have Sent That Note Without A Damn Good Reason.

The President Should Know That.

He's Under A Lot Of Pressure

To Present A Concrete Benefit Of The Stargate Program Before The Next Election.

Ohh... Here We Go.

Hammond: The Bottom Line Is He Wants Us Out Of It.

From Now On, This Treaty Is A State Matter.

Well, What Did Daniel And Teal'c Find Out?

They Haven't Returned Yet.

The Aschen Vaccine Had A Side Effect.

I Don't Know What.

It Might Be An Aschen Word,

But I Know It Was Big News Around Here.

How Would You Know This, Daniel Jackson?

Oh, It's In Big Black Letters.

"Aschen Vaccine Causes" Something.

I Don't Know What It Is,

But I Don't Think It's A Good Thing.

These Pictures Appear To Be

Much Like Those We Saw Of People Celebrating.

Oh, Don't Think They're Celebrating.

I Think They're Rioting.

O'Neill: (On Radio) Daniel, Teal'c.

We're In An Underground Cavern.

Do The Aschen Know We're Down Here?

Negative.

Keel Said You Were Digging A Hole Around Here.

Yeah, Um...

Stay Put. We'll, Uh, We'll Come Meet You.

Boy, When They Dig A Hole...

Daniel, Where Exactly Are You?

We're In The Buried Ruins Of The Volian Union's Capital City.

By All Accounts A Thriving Metropolis.

That Is, I Think, Until The Aschen Wiped Them Out.

Jackson: Ok, Here's What We Know.

Around 200 Years Ago,

The Volians Were A Thriving Urban Civilization,

Approximating Turn-Of-The-Century

North America In Terms Of Technology.

That Wasn't Very Long Ago.

Jackson: No, It Wasn't.

What Happened To Them?

Well, All We Know Is That There Was A Flu Pandemic,

Similar To The One On Earth In 1918

That Killed Over 20 Million People.

Now, That Is When The Aschen Came.

Through The Stargate?

Jackson: Actually, In Ships.

You See, The Volian Gate Wasn't Discovered

Until Years Later. They Befriended The Volians,

Offered Them A Vaccine For Their Epidemic,

And Saved Their World.

Now, By All Accounts,

The Aschen Were Heroes To The Volians,

And Their Friendship Lasted For Years.

But Then... Something Happened.

What?

I Don't Know.

We Found No Evidence Of Battle.

Jackson: I Found One Clue.

Here.

Uh, This Word Loosely Translates

As Medicine/Vaccine/Drug...

Followed By "From The Newcomers"...

Followed By "Causes"..

Followed By Some Word I Can't Translate.

Now, This Was The Latest Issue Of The Paper We Could Find,

Which Most Likely Indicates The Paper Shut Down

Or Was Shut Down The Very Next Day.

Vaccine Causes... What?

I Don't Know, But It Caused Something,

Because In The Span Of 200 Years,

The Volians Went From An Urban Civilization Of Millions

To An Agrarian Civilization Of Thousands.

After They Were Saved By The Aschen.

General, You Have To Speak To The President.

I Just Tried.

He's Being Briefed By The Ambassador

And Won't Take My Call.

General, I Never Did Cash In On That Open Invitation To Visit The White House.

Remember? Last Time We Saved The World?

Driver...

Pennsylvania Avenue Is That Way.

We're Picking Up Another Passenger, Sir.

(Automatic Window Hums)

Beg Your Pardon?

Colonel Starsky...

Or Is It Hutch?

I Can Never Remember Which One You Are.

Kinsey.

What The Hell Are You Doing Here?

I Know This Is A Little More Upscale Than You're Used To,

But I Wanted A Comfortable Place To Talk.

Uh... Oh, Drink?

I Have An Appointment.

No, You Don't.

You Should Have Heard The President When He Heard

You Were Coming To Change His Mind.

Man, Oh, Man.

He Can Be Cruel.

The Treaty's A Mistake.

You Were The One Who Recommended It

In The First Place.

I Was Wrong.

Hell, This Was Worth It, Just To Hear That.

Let Me Tell You What It Comes Down To, Colonel.

Those Of Us Who Actually Have Been Voted Into Office

Would Like The Opportunity To Make The Damn Decisions

About The Governments We Make Treaties With.

You Don't Have All The Information.

I Know All About The Note.

Which Is Why You Should Take It Seriously.

We've Got These Experts Who Know These Things,

And They Tell Me That The Ink On Your Note

Was A New Biodegradable Something Or Other

That Hasn't Quite Been Invented Yet.

What's Your Point?

What's The Future Really Like, Colonel? You Can Tell Me.

As Far As I Know, It Hasn't Happened Yet.

But It Has For You.

Hell, You've Been Back In Time,

Forward In Time.

You've Seen It All.

I Just Wonder How Things Turn Out.

You Know, Without You Being A Hero Anymore.

This Has Nothing To Do With Me.

And I Wonder How Far You'd Go To Stop Me

From Becoming President Of The United States.

You Think This Is About You?

Of All The Self-Centered, Egotistical...

Egotistical? You're The One Who Can't Stop Playing God

With Our Future.

The Minute We Try To Make A Deal For Alien Technology,

You Decide They're The Wrong Kind Of Aliens.

Even Our Current President's

Begun To See The Pattern.

And, Boy, He Used To Love You.

Rest Assured We Know All About The 70% Probabilities,

The 1 In 4 Chances...

Kinsey, You're In Way Over Your Head.

Am 17

This Is Really A Political Matter, Colonel,

Which Will Require Bilateral Approval.

And That's Why The President Put Me

In Charge Of The Next Stage Of Negotiations.

Driver, Stop At The Athletic Club, Please.

Oh, You'll Get Your Invitation

To The White House Soon Enough, Colonel.

Just Not Tonight.

Jonathan, When We Get To The Athletic Club,

I'll Step Out.

You Go On And Take Our Guest...

Back To Andrews.

Apparently, We Have Agreed To Make A Token Gesture

Of Our Good Faith.

Ambassador Faxon Will Deliver It Personally

And Return With An Aschen Delegation

To Meet Senator Kinsey.

We're Actually Going Ahead With This?

I'm Told We're Proceeding With Caution.

What Are We Offering?

A Number Of Gate Coordinates.

There Goes The Neighborhood.

Ambassador Faxon Has Asked That Colonel O'Neill

And Major Carter Accompany Him Again.

I Thought We Were Out Of It.

Hammond: Apparently, He's Insisted.

Senator Kinsey Has Agreed, But Only To Major Carter,

Which Presents Us With A Window Of Opportunity.

What Can I Do?

Force Their Hand Somehow.

If We Accuse Them Directly, They May Simply Lie.

Well, We Don't Have To.

I Have An Idea.

Hammond: Major, I Can't Order You To Do This.

I Know, Sir.

When Do We Leave?

Technician: Chevron One Encoded.

Historic Day, General.

Let's Hope So, Senator.

Actually, I Was Referring To Your Retirement.

Technician: Chevron Two Encoded.

Ambassador.

Major. Is That What You're Wearing?

Sir, I Have A Lot To Tell You

And Not A Lot Of Time To Tell It,

So Please, Listen Carefully.

All Right.

Mollem. Borren.

Ambassador. Major Carter.

Colonel O'Neill Has Not Accompanied You?

His Duties Require Him Elsewhere.

Of Course.

It Is My Pleasure To Offer A Gesture Of Our Own.

The Coordinates And Stargate Symbols To Several New Worlds.

It Is Our Honor To Receive Such A Gift.

The Coordinates Are On A Hard Drive In The Laptop.

It'll Just Take A Moment To Display.

Faxon: Our Leaders Would Also Like To Extend

An Invitation To Earth To Formalize Our Treaty.

All In Time.

By The Way, Borren...

Would You Read This Aloud For Me?

I Couldn't Quite Translate It.

Of Course.

"Sterility."

We Knew What You Were Planning, Mollem.

This Just Confirms It.

What Are You Talking About?

"Vaccine Causes Sterility. That Was The Headline.

You Wiped Out Most Of The Volian Population

And Turned Their Entire World Into Farmland.

You'd Do The Same To Earth.

(Sigh)

Lock Them In Here. We Have A Treaty To Conclude.

If We Don't Come Back Alive, The Treaty Is Off.

That Will Be Your Loss. We Have What We Wanted.

I'm Sorry.

What Do You Think They'll Do?

I Don't Know.

O'Neill Sent The Note To Prevent This From Happening.

We Were So Sure.

(Mechanical Grinding) Listen.

They're Dialing The Stargate.

They're Dialing Earth.

(Mechanism Engaging)

What Is That?

I Don't Know, But We Gotta Find Out.

When I Get To The Bottom, Follow Me Down.

We'll Only Have A Few Seconds Over The Gate.

W-What?

Just Do What I Tell You When I Tell You.

Trust Me.

Ok.

Where Is Major Carter?

(Beeping)

Ambassador, Now!

Go!

Close The Iris!

What In God's Name's Going On Here?

When They Knew We Were On To Them, They Launched A Bioweapon.

Colonel!

I Had To Warn You. I Couldn't Wait For The Ambassador.

I'm Sorry, Sir.

Colonel, I Asked You A Question.

You Did Good, Major.

Thank You, Sir.

Let's Get Her To The Infirmary Now/.

Colonel!

I Swear, O'Neill, There's Gonna Be An Investigation Into This.

Well, That'd Be Fine.

O'Neill: O'Neill!

Two L's!

I Guess We Dodged A Bullet There, Huh?

Senator Kinsey Appears Most Displeased.

Yeah, That's A Crying Shame, Isn't It?

I Just Hope We Don't Regret Giving Them Those Gate Addresses.

I Don't Think We Will.

The First One Being A Black Hole And All.

They Get Progressively Darker After That.

O'Neill: Carter, You All Right?

Unh.