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Previously on stargate SG-1...

They are so cool.

Savor the moment, gentlemen.

Savor the moment.

Oh, they're in trouble.

What would colonel O'Neill do if he was here now?

You want me to shoot you?

We're here to rescue you.

We allowed ourselves to be captured...

On purpose.

This is great, you know, sneaking around with you guys

in a Goa'uld pyramid on some alien planet.

The only this missing is some Jaffa chasing us.

Felger?

Jay.

What? What?

Snap out of it. Yes, sorry.

Calibration scales? The ring power source?

Right there. Right... there.

What time is it?

It's two minutes past the last time you asked me.

Ooh, she should be here any second now.

Relax, Jay.

Relax?

We're on the verge of a major scientific breakthrough.

This weapon could be the key factor

in our fight against the Goa'uld.

Is it defeating the Goa'uld you're worried about,

or impressing major Carter?

Hey, unlike some people in this room,

I've seen what the Goa'uld can do, first-hand.

Yes, I know. You've told me a thousand times.

You rescued SG-1

from the evil lord what's-his-name.

Herak, and he wasn't an evil lord.

He was a first prime.

Jay, you're a brilliant scientist.

Someday you're going towin the nobel prize.

What do you care what these military types think of you anyway?

You don't get it.

You know, when you've stood side by side with someone

and stared into the face of death,

it creates an unspoken bond,

an understanding that transcends

simple friendship.

Colonel O'Neill and I have been to hell and back together.

When the mission was over, he looked me in the eye,

and do you know what he said to me? He said...

Is this going to take long?

Colonel O'Neill.

Folger?

Felger.

I wasn't expecting you, sir.

Yes, well, major Carter said this was important.

D-d-d-d-don't touch.

Don't touch, don't touch, please.

This is a finely calibrated device.

It fires a focused plasma pulse.

Boom!

It's an energy-based weapon, sir.

It could potentially replace the missiles on the x-303.

Phaser?

More like a photon torpedo.

My assistant, Chloe.

There you are.

Chloe.

Now, this is all based on a Goa'uld design...

And if you'll join me

to the rear of the weapon,

we will proceed with the demonstration.

My friends,

I present to you...

The 22nd century.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

But I am really, really, really sorry, general,

and I can assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again.

You're damn right it won't,

because I'm pulling the plug on your research.

No, no, no, no.

No, please, general, this was just a minor glitch.

I mean, we are so close to a working prototype...

You've been saying that for the last six months.

In fact, I've been reviewing your records.

It seems that most of the projects

you've overseen during your tenure here

have been similarly long on promise

and short on results.

What exactly are you saying?

I'm saying it may be time

for the air force to rethink your position here.

Okay, that would be a mistake,

because it just so happens

that I'm working on a line of research

and it's, um...

Well, really, I'm on the verge

of a major breakthrough, really. Really?

Really, yes, yes,

and it's going to be huge, huge, this thing,

and it's going to make the plasma weapon look like a squirt gun, sir.

What is it?

What is it? What is it?

Well, you know, I'm not ready

for a formal presentation just yet.

You know, I've still got to, you know,

crunch a few numbers and dot a few I's.

I could probably have something ready for you

by the end of next week.

You have 24 hours.

More than enough time.

Dismissed.

Thank you.

What were you thinking?

I don't know.

I had to say something.

They were going to fire me.

Besides, what's the big deal?

All we have to do is think of something

that's going to change the balance of power in the galaxy

by noon tomorrow.

You have anything in mind?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Avenger.

You've got to be kidding. No, it's perfect!

It's nowhere near ready. It's just an idea.

We can make it work.

Jay, this is exactly your problem.

You try so hard to impress people

that you always bite off more than you can chew.

Okay, yes, you're right.

I have to start setting more realistic goals for myself...

Right after this project, okay?

A computer virus? Yeah. See, when you think about it,

the gate network is nothing more

than a bunch of linked computers.

Delivering the virus is as simple

as dialing the target gate, uploading program.

The virus would then scramble the dhd's established coordinates.

Yeah, so the symbols no longer correspond to the proper coordinates.

It's like rearranging the letters on your keyboard.

Then the target gate would be useless.

Yeah. I mean, sure, the Goa'uld have ships,

but they still rely heavily on gate travel,

and that would be a real tactical advantage for us, don't you think?

It's interesting. Really?

But you don't have a finished program.

Well, finished...

Not finished, per se, no,

but I really still just have to, you know...

Crunch a few numbers, dot a few is...

That's really it. Exactly, yeah.

Well, I'll take a look at it.

If it shows promise,

I'll take it to general Hammond. Oh, yes! Okay.

Don't celebrate just yet.

This is far from a done deal.

No, no, of course not. Of course not.

Yes. Yes!

Where am I? How did she get me here?

So you'd rather stay here

and geek out some computer program

than come with us, huh?

Don't take it personally, sir.

I just think this research shows a lot of promise.

It's felger.

He did save our lives, colonel.

Yeah, don't remind me.

The ability to disable any gate we choose

could prove to be a valuable weapon

in our struggle against the Goa'uld.

If it works.

That's what I intend to find out.

Don't forget your safety glasses.

Marines, thanks for joining us.

Let's move out.

To be honest, major,

I share some of the colonel's skepticism.

I know Dr. Felger's record

is a little sketchy, sir,

but I still think he shows a lot of potential.

All he needs is a little support.

Just a minute.

Oh, my god. Oh, geez.

I'll be with you in a second.

Just, you know, putting the dogs out.

Oh. Major Carter.

I was in the neighborhood.

This isn't a bad time, is it?

Oh, no. No, no, no. Please come in.

Just, you know, really wasn't expecting anyone.

I'm sorry.

Nice place. Oh, thank you, thank you.

Yes, I was just having my apartment fumigated.

Can I offer you anything?

No. No, I'm fine.

Oh, alrighty.

Please, please.

Uh, what, uh, what, uh, what brings you by?

I took your proposal to general Hammond.

And?

And he's agreed to give you another chance.

Oh, thank god. Oh, thank god.

That's great. That's great.

'Cause I thought I was so done for

after that little incident thing there. That was...

There is one condition.

Sure, okay.

He wants me to work on the project with you.

That'd be, uh, you?

Yeah, that's not a problem, is it? No, no, no. God, no. No.

What about SG-1?

Well, Daniels working on a relocation project,

p3l 997.

With the moon in the decaying orbit.

They're experiencing some severe seismic disturbances

and some weather anomalies.

And then what about, you know, colonel O'Neill, Teal'c?

They have a series of negotiations

with the rebel Jaffa leaders.

There's been some in-fighting,

some old rivalries cropping up.

Well, they have to settle that, yeah.

I guess that means you get stuck with me, then.

No, no, wouldn't put it that way.

I think the basic idea behind the virus

is actually quite brilliant.

No...

Really?

Yeah.

Atie?

I wear ties.

And Cologne?

You know, there is nothing wrong

with a man taking pride in his appearance and smell.

This wouldn't have anything to do

with major Carter coming to work with us, would it?

Don't be ridiculous.

Here, let me. Thanks.

Of course, though, you know, you do have to admit

she possesses one of the most...

Brilliant scientific minds of our generation,

and a pair of legs that won't quit.

Okay, okay. Sorry.

Well, anyway,

what chance has a guy like me got

with a woman like that?

She barely notices I'm alive.

You know what that's like?

A little.

Morning.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Nice tie.

Oh, thanks.

We think the virus is ready, sir.

Of course, other than computer simulations,

there's no real way to test it, except on another gate.

Do you have a target in mind?

P5s 117.

It's one of baal's principal naquadah mining sites.

If we can disable the gate,

we could seriously disrupt his supply network.

How will we know if the test is successful?

There's a tok'ra operative on the planet

who'll be able to relay the results of the test

through their sub-space communication network.

Send the virus.

Yes, sir.

You're going to wear a hole in the floor.

Those tok'ra are taking

their sweet time, aren't they, huh?

You think we would have heard something by now.

Major Carter to the control room.

Repeat, major Carter to the control room.

That's it.

Chevron seven locked.

Felger, what are you doing here? What's going on?

Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c

missed a scheduled radio contact.

Getting a video signal, sir.

Colonel O'Neill, this is Hammond.

Do you read?

Nice to hear from you, general.

What's your status, colonel?

Well, the mission was going according to plan,

then we hit a little snag.

We can't dial the gate.

Say again?

We cannot establish an outgoing wormhole.

We've tried all kinds of addresses,

but we just can't get a lock.

Stand by, colonel.

This is just a coincidence.

There's no way this could have

anything to do with my virus.

No... could it?

General, I'm telling you, there is no possible way

that avenger could have had anything to do with this.

Avenger? That's what I call the virus.

You know, it's named after a comic book

I read when I was a kid.

The amazing avenger?

Green tights, purple cape.

He was super strong, super fast,

you know, not as fast as the flash. That would be ridiculous.

Of course, this isn't ringing any bells

with anybody, is it?

Is there any chance

we sent it to the wrong gate?

No, sir. We double-checked the coordinates.

The virus was sent here... P5s 117.

Colonel O'Neill is on p3c 249, which is here.

It Is true that, relatively speaking,

within the gate system,

the planets are close together...

About 400 light years...

But that doesn't necessarily mean anything,

and until we hear back from the tok'ra...

Unscheduled off-world activation.

Sir, we're receiving an audio transmission.

It's the tok'ra.

This is thelass of the tok'ra.

This is general Hammond of Stargate command.

General, I'm afraid I have to report

a series of malfunctions within the gate system.

Malfunctions?

Several gates have gone off-line.

As yet, we have no idea why.

We are still in the process of gathering information.

Thelass, this is major Carter.

Do you have any information

on a planet we've designated as p5s 117?

One moment, please.

We are still waiting for a sub-space transmission

from our operative in that system.

Can you send us any data that you do have?

Affirmative.

Transmission received.

Sir, I'm going to need a few minutes

to analyze this information.

Go.

I'll go help.

There it is.

I still don't see how this is possible.

Automatic correlative updates.

I thought those were supposed to happen

only once every couple of hundred years.

That was the theory.

Major Carter, report.

Sir, first, I'd like to recommend

that you begin recalling all our off-world teams immediately.

It's already being done.

The mining team from p4f 221 is coming through right now.

Well, you might want to tell them to hurry it up, sir.

What have you got?

This is the original target gate.

This is colonel O'Neill's position.

These are the gates first reported off-line

by the tok'ra.

A few minutes later... Several more.

They appearto be spreading out from the original gate.

Yes, sir.

You still think this is a coincidence?

Well, sir, we think

we may have an explanation.

We know that the gate network has to undergo

periodic correlative updates

in order to compensate for stellar drift.

Now, we've never witnessed it,

but we believe that the gates

dial each other automatically

to transmit the new coordinates that apply to each address.

And you believe

Dr. Felger's virus initiated one of these updates?

It may have triggered

an automatic internal protocol

in the dhd.

Before adapting the new scrambled coordinates,

it dialed out

and transmitted them

to a few of the neighboring gates,

who then transmitted to a few more,

and so on, and so on...

And so on. Yeah.

Is there any way we can stop it?

There's no time, sir.

If each gate only dials two others

before adapting the new system,

the entire network will be infected

in less than two hours.

We need to focus on getting

as many people back as possible, sir.

He's really mad, isn't he?

That's the last of the miners, sir.

Shut it down.

What's next?

P3l 997.

That's Daniels team, sir.

Dial it.

Okay, breathe.

Everything's going to be fine.

Grover Cleveland high school.

What? Chemistry 201.

I had an incident with my midterm lab.

They got the fire under control

in about an hour,

but poor Mr. Hoffman...

His eyebrows never grew back.

I should've got out of science

right then and there,

you know, saved everybody a lot of trouble.

This is Stargate command.

You wouldn't be here if you weren't very good at what you do.

You tell that to colonel O'Neill.

How many teams came back?

Three.

Out of how many?

15. The rest are stranded.

And Dr. Jackson?

His team's still off-world.

Oh, this is awful.

The flood waters are rising,

but they're safe for the time being.

Carter.

General.

Oh, general...

Yes, sir.

I understand.

We contacted the tok'ra.

According to their intelligence,

the entire gate network is down.

Colonel O'Neill, report.

The mission's been compromised, sir.

It looks like one of the Jaffa commanders

sold us out.

Go figure.

What happened?

The negotiations were going just fine,

then the gate broke down.

After that, they all started

accusing each other of sabotage,

and all hell broke loose.

Sir, we think we know

what caused your gate to malfunction.

It was the virus.

Felger's virus?

It created a new coordinate system

that then spread to all the dhds,

but since we don't have a dhd,

we have the only gate that can dial out.

I told you not to trust that brown-nosing little weasel.

He doesn't know I'm standing here, does he?

Sir, I'm just as responsible as anyone else.

O'Neill.

We've got incoming, sir.

It's alkesh!

We just lost video.

They must've hit the malp.

He was just standing a few feet from it.

Colonel O'Neill, what's your situation? Please respond.

We're still in one piece, sir.

Oh, thank god.

We're going to take cover, sir.

Sir, we still have an outgoing wormhole.

We can send reinforcements.

They'd be stranded like all the others.

I can't send anyone until we fix this problem.

Let's think this through logically.

The entire gate network has been paralyzed,

but we can still dial out.

And we're assuming that the virus was spread

as a result of the correlative updates

initiated by the DHDs.

We don't have a dhd,

so our gate wasn't affected.

Right.

It also means another change

would probably result in another system-wide update.

So if we can get just one dhd converted

back to the old coordinate system,

the gate network would spread it for us.

But how do you convert back to the old system,

when the new one is based on a completely random principle?

Well, there still has to be a pattern.

I mean, if we can get one dhd

to establish a lock with a specific gate,

then all we have to do

is compare the old address to the new address,

and extrapolate a translation program.

That would mean random dialing.

Seven symbols chosen from

a pool of 38 non-repeating candidates.

That's about 63 billion possible combinations.

She's good with numbers.

I was going to get her to do my taxes.

Any word from colonel O'Neill, sir?

We've been unable to re-establish contact.

We hope he's just out of range.

Yes, sir.

According to our latest intelligence report,

it looks like baal is trying

to take advantage of the situation.

How so?

At the moment, he has the largest fleet.

With the gate system down,

whoever has the most ships has the advantage.

He's attacking the other system lords

on several fronts, and he's winning.

Stargate command, felger speaking.

Mom, mom... no, no, no, no.

No, I told you not to call me here.

You're not even supposed to have this number. That's...

I'm sorry I didn't call. I had to work late.

Something came up.

If you must know, mom, I... I screwed up again.

Yeah, and I think this is the worst one yet.

No. No, it's worse than that one.

No, worse than that one, too, mom.

Mom, mom, mom...

Mom, I don't need a list of my personal failures

right now, okay?

I mean, to tell you the truth, mom,

I don't even know if I can fix this one.

I'll have to get back to you on that, then, Simon, okay?

Alrighty, then, bye-bye.

A friend.

It's coombs. He says hi.

Look, Jay, I know you feel bad about this.

What's to feel bad about?

I mean, it probably took the ancients

a thousand years to build the gate system,

and I wrecked it in a single day.

Not to mention the fact

that I've isolated us from all the off-world resources

we're going to need to defend ourselves,

leaving us sitting ducks for the next Goa'uld attack,

but who cares?

Look, I need you to get past feeling guilty

and focus on finding a solution.

That's easy for you to say, 'cause you never make mistakes.

I don't?

Oh, come on, you're perfect.

Everybody knows it.

Jay, I'm not perfect.

You have to say that because you're modest,

which is just another aspect of your perfection.

Have you ever heard of a planet called k'tau?

That wasn't your fault.

I was the one

who bypassed the dialing protocols that caused the wormhole

to pass through k'tau's sun.

The chain reaction that resulted could've led

to the deaths of everyone on that planet.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Ooh, even your mistakes are perfect.

What are you talking about?

You were able to bypass the security protocol

because you created your own dialing program.

So? So we can do that here.

Instead of trying to tweak the dhd program

back to its original form,

why don't we just upload everything

from our dialing computer?

Our program is nowhere near as sophisticated

as the one that exists in the dhds.

It's completely Jerry-rigged.

It doesn't have to be perfect,

as long as the co-ordinate system is accurate.

The dhd will automatically make all the necessary adjustments.

How do you know that?

Well, it's...

Okay, I don't.

I don't, I don't,

but the fact that avenger triggered a correlative update

seems to indicate that the dhd program

is adaptive by its very nature...

And, plus, we have nothing else.

Trust me, major, this is going to work.

Sorry to rain on your parade, guys, but it didn't work.

It should have worked.

We tried dialing earth at the Alpha site,

but we couldn't get a lock.

You know, maybe there's something wrong with the upload.

You can upload better, huh?

If you've got any other bright ideas,

now would be a very good time.

What's your status, doctor?

Floodwater's rising pretty fast,

and the seismic activity is causing a lot of rogue waves.

We estimate that within 48 hours,

the entire city will be under water.

It should have worked.

Have you and Dr. Felger made any progress?

I can't find him.

Excuse me?

Apparently, Dr. Felger has left the base.

I think the pressure was getting to him.

I thought you said

all he needed was a little support.

Yeah, I may have been wrong about that.

Okay, I admit it, he's a complete screw-up.

He makes rash decisions based on sketchy evidence,

he's clumsy in the lab, he's always late, and quite frankly,

it wouldn't kill him to ease up on the after-shave,

but the fact is, sir,

he's at Stargate command

because he's a brilliant scientist,

and no one understands that virus better than he does.

Then I suggest you get him back.

Yes, sir.

Jay, what are you doing out here?

We've got work to do.

How did you find me here?

I called your mother.

She told me this is where you come

when you need to think.

This is the very spot I was standing

when I figured out

how to recombine epsilon particles

in a sub-space matrix...

Then I got mugged by some teenagers.

Still, it's a nice spot, though.

What are you doing?

Feeding the ducks.

I need you to come back to Stargate command.

You know, before I joined SGC,

my idea of a high-pressure situation

was defending a mathematical thesis

in front of a room full of balding, middle-aged men.

I don't do so well when the fate of the universe is hanging in the balance now.

Jay, you designed the virus.

You're the man for the job.

Forget about the big picture for a second,

forget about the consequences.

Just focus on the problem.

Why didn't the upload work?

I don't know.

It should've.

Every gate in the galaxy should be back online,

except for p5s 117.

What do you mean?

Well, avenger's resistant

to that type of tampering, you know,

and I didn't think it made much difference,

since that's the one we wanted to sabotage

in the first place.

Jay, what if the virus replicated itself

and then traveled

along with the new coordinate system

to the other dhds?

No, that's impossible.

It wasn't designed to do that.

Well, it wasn't designed to trigger

a correlative update, either.

You said it yourself, Jay.

The dhd program is adaptive.

Sir, we think we may have found a solution.

Let's heart.

You want me totell it?

It's your project.

Well, general, we think we know why

we're unable to upload our dialing program

into the gate system.

It now looks as though the virus itself

somehow transmitted, along with the new coordinates,

to the entire dhd network.

The virus is blocking the upload.

That's right. That's right.

And we need to neutralize it first,

but in order to do that, we have to find it.

I don't understand.

Well, thetruth is,

we don't know how the virus was transmitted.

If it piggybacked

with the automatic correlative update,

that means it's buried somewhere

within the dialing program itself.

We're talking about thousands of lines of code, you know...

It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But we do know that the virus exists

within a very specific subroutine

in the original target dhd on p5s 117.

The catch is, in order to make this work,

we have to reboot the system,

which means removing the control crystal.

Someone's going to have

to physically go to the planet, sir.

P5s 117 is controlled by baal.

Yes, sir.

General...

I'd like to volunteer.

Major Carter has the experience required

for this mission.

Oh, come on,

I've got off-world experience.

I battled the Goa'uld.

I zatted a Jaffa.

Sir, maybe it would be better if we both went.

Major Carter's right.

Nobody knows more about avenger than me.

Jay, this is crazy.

Look, I caused this problem.

I'm going to fix it.

You're a research scientist, not a field operative.

Did that stop me from infiltrating a Goa'uld mothership?

I think not.

Look, they've already sent the malp.

The gate's not even being guarded,

probably because it doesn't work anymore,

but don't worry about me.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Jay...

The anti-virus.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm going to need that.

Alrighty.

What?

What... What was that for?

Good luck.

Oh, right.

All right, you get set up.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Where're you going?

I'm going to check out the area.

Shouldn't we stick together?

You know, in case you need backup or something.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

I'm good, too.

The Jaffa landed the alkesh,

and they're sending out search patrols.

Teal'c and I have organized the rebels

for a counter attack.

Be advised, colonel.

Major Carter has gone to p5s 117.

She's attempting to get the gate system back online.

That's occupied territory, sir.

Yes, it is.

What team did she take?

Major Carter didn't want to risk stranding anyone else.

She went alone?

Not entirely.

Dr. Felger's with her.

I'm inspired with confidence.

There's no sign

of any Jaffa activity in the area.

I'm in. I'm in.

Just a sec, just a sec.

Okay, something's wrong.

What?

This isn't avenger.

I mean, it is avenger, but something's hinky.

It's been altered. Hinky?

The point is, this isn't the program I wrote.

It's been tampered with since it was sent.

Maybe it was baal.

Baal?

Think about it.

He stood the most to gain.

He took your idea to bring down one gate,

and modified it to bring down the entire gate network,

knowing it would give him an advantage.

Well, that means none of this is my fault.

I told you avenger wasn't designed

to cause a correlative update.

I wouldn't get too excited.

It also means our anti-virus isn't going to work.

That's right.

It's designed for the original program.

Which means that we are now stranded

on a Goa'uld-occupied world.

So it's kind of

a good-news-bad-news situation.

The Jaffa probably aren't as protective

of the gate as they once were,

but sooner or later, there's going to be a patrol.

We have to do something.

Well, I'm open to suggestions here.

You said the virus was modified, right?

So all we need to do

is modify the anti-virus to match it.

Okay, go fort.

I was hoping you could handle it.

Oh, I was afraid you were going to say that.

Do you want to do this instead?

Do you know how many variations went through

before I got the anti-virus right?

And that's when I knew what I was up against.

This could take days.

Well, then, you'd better get started.

Yep.

Oh, yeah.

Still no word from Sam?

To be honest, we should've heard back by now.

Well, we're going to have to abandon the Stargate

and move to higher ground.

Very well.

Good luck, Dr. Jackson.

How's it coming?

We're getting there.

It's pretty cool, isn't it,

you and I working together?

We're sort of like the intellectual

butch and Sundance of the SGC.

Butch and Sundance

got cornered and killed by the Bolivian army.

That's a good point. Yeah.

What? What? What? What?

We got trouble.

What kind of trouble? What?

Think Bolivia.

Jaffa?

They've made our position.

Keep working.

Concentrate, Jay, concentrate.

Just background noise.

How's it coming?

I'm feeling a little rushed.

There's not enough time.

There's not enough time.

O'Neill. It's colonel O'Neill.

Thank god.

Colonel O'Neill, you would not believe...

Thank god, it's you...

Felger... Felger. Felger!

What did I say about touching?

Absolutely. It's just that we were over there,

you know, they came from everywhere,

those guys, then you... Over there,

but now you're here.

How'd you manage this one, sir?

We got tired of waiting.

Major, doctor, welcome back.

Sir.

I trust

the solution you came up with is of a permanent nature?

Oh, yes, yes, not to worry, general.

I've modified the anti-virus

specifically to target and neutralize

the altered version of avenger,

but I've also added a little patch,

you know, just to ensure that no one will ever...

The problem is solved, sir, permanently.

Dr. Jackson managed to get the remaining inhabitants of 997

through to the Alpha site.

Good to heart, sir.

What about colonel O'Neill and Teal'c?

They found an alternate means of transport.

I promised the colonel I wouldn't say anything.

He wants it to be a surprise.

I was so worried about you.

It was no big deal.

Those Jaffa,

they could have killed you.

Not a chance, baby.

What is this?

Hi, guys.

I know we're not really supposed to be...

Fraternizing, but, hey.

I turn my back fortwo seconds

and you take up with this trollop?

Don't blame me

just because you were never woman enough

to satisfy him.

That's it.

Ladies, please. No, this isn't really necessary.

Shh... don't talk.

Jay...

Jay?

Jay?

Jay.

What? What?

What were you thinking about?

Nothing.