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Previously on Stargate SG-1...

General Hammond, sir? This is Mr. Bregman.

No one around here wants to be part of your little reality show.

The President of the United States invited me to do this.

Look, Mr. Bregman, as far as I'm concerned,

you are here strictly to document what is going on.

I know.

Not to pursue anything that might be prejudicial to air force personnel.

Why don't you call me Emmett?

Colonel! You know, I'm going to get you on camera sooner or later.

Evenifalll getis a series of shots of you avoiding being got.

I hope shots of my ass serve you well.

Well, I'll be damned.

It's my unborn son, sir.

Take cover!

Well, after it engaged shields and weapons,

it activated a long-range communicator.

We're taking fire. Wells has been hit.

Are you flirting with me?

Uh, well...

Excuse me, Ma'am. You're required in the ready room immediately.

That's why we're not allowed to film these ongoing activities.

Because every time they open that gate,

there's a chance that something could go cataclysmically wrong.

It's all because I wanted an aerial survey.

It took me too long to figure out the probe sent a transmission.

None of that matters now.

And now, the conclusion.

What's going on?

I thought you guys were scheduled to get shots of the gate.

- We got bumped again. - Something's up.

- What do you mean? What happened? - Something big.

You just missed SG-1 headed toward the Gate Room in full gear.

- What, you got it on tape? - No.

It's unauthorized. It's an ongoing...

Ongoing activity. I know.

- But SG-1? - Yes.

Dr. Jackson said he wasn't due to go offworld for a couple of days.

What's changed?

I don't know, but it happens all the time.

But you said it was something big?

Something big. It happens all the time.

It's happening right now. What's this? Follow me.

Let's go. Come on.

- Dr. Fraiser? - Sorry, I have to go.

Come on.

You're not allowed, Mr. Bregman, and you know that.

I just...

Yeah, there are days when you feel the pressure.

I'm trained to handle it.

With all due respect, Major,

how can anyone be trained to handle an alien encounter

where the stakes are, if what I'm told is correct,

the stakes could be the survival of the planet.

I think it's important to remember that it's not just about this planet.

Countless humans throughout the galaxy,

people that originated right here on Earth,

have been enslaved for thousands of years.

I mean, we're taking the fight back to the Goa'uld on their behalf.

So, how do you think the American people are going to react,

the world is going to react, when they discover

that a war, an alien war, has been waged without their knowledge.

I don't think that that's for me to, um...

Are you suggesting that we shouldn't be doing this?

No, I'm not saying we shouldn't defend ourselves.

I'm simply asking your opinion, Major.

I don't think that that's for me to, um...

- No. Just stop it right there. - Uh...

I don't know...

You see, this is, um, not her fault.

I mean, I backed her into a corner,

and I do not want to make this whole thing look like it's antagonistic, so...

Okay, so lose this?

Well, I don't know. Just skip ahead to, uh, after the apology.

There, that's it.

Major, one day, this secret will all come out.

How do you think the people of the world are going to react?

Much better way of asking the question.

I honestly don't know.

I hope they can appreciateneverything we've been through.

What it all means for our continuing existence.

In light of that, I hope that they will understand

why the people in charge chose to keep it a secret as long as they have.

Is it difficult to keep the secret?

Yeah, of all the things I do around here,

in many ways, that is the hardest.

Sometimes you look at what's going on, here on Earth,

and it-it makes you wanna scream.

You want to tell people it is all so much bigger than what they think.

And stop it right there and goright to Dr. Jackson saying,

"..whether I was right."

And you're going to put me into the Carter interview.

The second half, especially the line, "Is it difficult to keep the secret?"

- Okay. - Thank you. All right, move on.

Whether I was right or not doesn't matter,

especially given the scope of the truth.

And the truth matters to you?

To everyone, I hope.

Now, what truth, Dr. Jackson? The truth for the people here on Earth?

Or are we talking about another planet?

We're talking about people here.

People on other planets are no less human.

People who have had their freedom usurped.

People who are being forced to worship false gods

to mask their enslavement.

But what about the people here on Earth?

Are they entitled to the truth, do you think?

Is that what this is about?

This? I'm not in control of when this airs.

Do you think that this should get out?

If it were up to you.

The way they cut together.

Well, that's a complicated issue.

No, I'm asking you, Dr. Jackson.

Do you think that people on Earth

should know about this right now?

What do you think would happen?

I think that people don't care much about what I think.

All right, cut that line. "Nobody cares that... Nobody cares what I think."

- Lose it. - Okay, it's gone.

Moving on.

I haven't done what you've done, Dr. Jackson,

I think people care what you think.

Well, I think it's a relative question

and it depends on your point of view.

Oh! No. Wait. Stop it. This is terrible.

Really? I think it's pretty interesting stuff.

You know, you did a good job at getting them to express their true feelings.

Yak, yak, yak. Just a bunch of talking heads is what it is.

Personally, I could watch Major Carter's head talk all day.

We need pictures, we need images to tell this story.

What these people are doing here, good or bad,

makes the lunar landing look like we were testing our toes in the ocean.

And what have we got to show for it?

Yak, yak, yak, nothing.

Where's the equivalent shot of Shepard playing golf on the moon?

We don't have it. This is unbelievably boring.

Hi, Jack! Thanks for coming.

I was told you said there were six Jaffa.

Where'd you learn to count?

The ships didn't start coming down

until you radioed you were through the gate.

Something tells me they're throwing this party in your honor, Jack.

You got those clips?

Colonel O'Neill, our position is being compromised!

We're not gonna be able to hold the gate for long!

It doesn't matter. We're not gonna be able to hold this position for that long.

Colonel, I need more time to stabilize the patient.

He can't be moved yet.

Sir, we gotta fall back!

Sir!

That's .50 caliber, right?

You can get really shaken up

if you don't know what you're doing with that.

No, actually, our guys are trained to handle that kind of torque.

I'm just kidding. What is this? Get a shot of this.

What is... Can you explain how this operates?

Uh, sure.

Our guys like to play a littleSpace Invaders

when there's not much going on.

Ha ha. Very funny.

- No. Obviously, I'm kidding. - I know.

Certainly, it'd be completely inappropriate

for any airman to play video games while on active duty.

- I got it, okay, can we move on? - Sure.

W-What's that on the wall?

Right over here is the manual override for the iris.

- Are you kidding now? Is that a joke? - No, I'm serious.

- How does this... - Incoming wormhole!

- What does that mean? - We're going to have to leave now.

- No, no, no, no, no. Keep shooting. - I can't do that.

I can do it.

Remove that camera crew. Now!

We are under fire and have serious casualties, sir!

We're coming in hot!

Receiving SG-1's iris code, sir.

Open the iris.

This way, sir.

Medical team to the Gate Room.

What do you got? What do you got?

We have to clear this area.

Another fracture.

Hey, sorry about that. Here, take the damn thing.

In future, sir, could you leave the camera work to me?

Yeah, all right, I'll leave it to you.

All right, I'm gonna leave it to you. Here she comes.

Turn it on, let's go. Don't look at him.

We're clear to shoot here. Just follow me, and bring the sound.

- Major, what happened? - Please.

No, I know that at least one person was injured back there.

All I want to say...

Look, leave me alone and shut that damn thing off!

No, I just want to say how sorry I am.

Why is that camera off?

You don't know what you're doing here.

Maybe I know what I'm doing here.

These people are risking their lives for us.

I want to see what they're going through, even if they don't want us to.

And I want other people to see it.

What do you think they're doing out there, protecting and defending? Secrecy?

That's the world of Mao, the world of Stalin,

the world of-of secret police, secret trials, secret-secret deaths.

You force the press into the cold,

and all you will get is lies and innuendo.

And nothing, nothing is worse for a free society

than a press that is in service to the military and the politicians.

Nothing!

You turn that camera off when I tell you to turn it off.

You think I give a damn what you think about me?

You serve the people? So do I!

Hey, how you doing?

I don't suppose you know anything about what's going on here?

There are multiple injuries.

At least two people were hit with staff blasts.

How do you know?

There was a firefight of some kind.

Apparently one of the teams got ambushed,

so they sent in SG-1, SG-5, Fraiser, and a medical team to extract them.

Someone from the original team must have been badly hurt,

or Fraiser wouldn't have gone in at all.

One of the nurses said there was a casualty.

Casualty, someone die?

She wouldn't say who.

Well, Carter is a seasoned officer, she wouldn't be crying unless...

I mean, we hear somebody actually may have died.

- What have you got? - O'Neill.

You sure?

No, I heard O'Neill's on a gurney.

He took a blast. He's not moving.

General Hommond, Mr. Woolsey.

General.

I already know these orders originated from Senator Kinsey's office.

Why don't you tell me the rest?

As Chairman of the Intelligence Oversight Committee,

Senator Kinsey has asked that I review your command decision

regarding the recent attempted rescue of SG-13.

"Attempted"?

As I understand it, there were several casualties, sir.

I'd hardly call it a success.

My command decisions are reviewed by the Chief of Staff of the Air force

and the President of the United States.

As of yet, I haven't even filed a preliminary mission report.

When I do, you're welcome to read it.

I have been authorized to begin a full investigation into the matter,

as part of a larger examination of SGC strategic policy

that the committee is preparing for the President.

I've enclosed a list of interviews I will be conducting,

and materials I will require.

We expect your full co-operation.

General.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay, sir.

Did you talk to Agent Barrett?

He said as far as he knows, Woolsey is clean.

But he did say he's as sharp as they come.

He's got an MBA and an LLB from Harvard.

He was lead counsel for the Army Corps of Engineers for ten years,

and later sat on the Defense Policy Board.

He was asked to resign last year

when it was disclosed that he had financial ties to a large corporation

that had been awarded over $800 million

in private sector defense contracts by the Pentagon.

He's been with the NID since then.

Barrett faxed me this internal NID memo Woolsey recently wrote.

I think you should read it.

What do we do, sir?

- Just tell the truth. - Yes, sir.

There's going to be a memorial service on Wednesday.

I think it would be appropriate if you said a few words.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

How are you holding up?

You try to tell yourself

that every man and woman under your command

means the same to you.

Each has to be equally valuable

if you're going to make the kinds of decisions

that affect their lives the way I have to.

But you can't help it.

You get closer to some people.

You never want to lose anyone.

Well...

Have a seat, Major. Let me explain why I'm here.

I know why you're here.

I believe classified military operations require oversight.

This isn't the first time we've been scrutinized by the NID.

I know the stakes around here are always high,

but there were serious casualties in this instance.

Someone of great value to this program is dead.

I know that. And don't you dare think anyone is taking it lightly.

You're a seasoned combat officer,

and this isn't the first time you've lost a close colleague.

Nor do I expect it will be the last.

I just want to make sure that it wasn't avoidable in this case.

Despite what you might think,

the only reason I'm here is to get the truth.

Did you have a question?

Oh, yes, a few.

What made you think it was safe for SG-13 to remain on the planet?

That's not really my call.

But you thought it was worth risking the lives of an SG team,

to get an aerial survey of these ruins?

The device was damaged.

It took a while to get a proper interface,

and the memory crystal contained an enormous amount of information.

So, you would have me believe that this was an acceptable risk?

This is what we do.

Make bad decisions.

Yeah, it's easy to predict the score when the game is over.

And if we'd found powerful weapons in those ruins,

capable of defending the planet against the Goa'uld,

we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?

But you didn't, and we are.

In fact, if there had been powerful weapons in those ruins,

they would now be in the hands of the Goa'uld.

The fact is that this mission was botched from the beginning to the end.

We don't just leave people behind.

You can't ask airmen, soldiers, human beings

to risk their lives without backup,

without knowing that we would be there for them.

You, yourself, have been asked to go into combat,

where you knew there was no backup.

That is always a possibility on any mission through the stargate,

is it not?

And please, Major.

None of us likes to admit it,

but we all know that there are military situations

in which the life of one human being

has to be considered an acceptable loss.

That wasn't the case here.

No, in this case, it was just dumb luck

that there weren't many more lives lost.

I would say it was skill, training, and fortitude.

Based on your expertise in Goa'uld tactics,

was it not reasonable to conclude that this was an ambush?

While you are not an official member of our military

and not eligible for court-martial,

I shouldn't have to remind you

that you are expected to follow the orders of your superiors.

As I was doing on the day in question.

If you fail to testify here today,

I will have you jailed until such time that you do.

You fire me, you throw me in jail, you do what you want.

Dr. Jackson.

Yeah, it's not a good time right now.

I've just been hearing bits and pieces of what happened.

I was just hoping you might be able to confirm some of it.

Sorry.

Did you?

You'll be all right, Simon, hang in there, all right, buddy?

You'll be home before you know it.

Over here! Man down over here!

Right here.

There's a lot of blood coming from underneath him.

I'll cover you up on this ridge! “Yeah.

I'm Dr. Janet Fraiser. Can you hear me?

Yeah. I've been shot bad.

I can't move. I can't feel my legs. I think it went right through me.

What's your name?

I'm senior Airman Wells. Simon Wells.

Am I gonna die?

Not if I have anything to do with it.

Okay, we need to roll him over and stop the bleeding, okay?

- Simon, you hang in there. - Uh...

Okay, easy.

All right, on three. One, two, three.

I'm Daniel Jackson.

I know, I know, SG-1.

You're gonna be fine.

Son of a bitch. He came out of nowhere.

He shot me in the back.

Let's just talk about something else right now, Simon.

What's going on at home right now?

M-my wife is pregnant.

Yeah? That your first?

Congratulations.

That's good, at least you felt that.

Colonel O'Neill, our position is being compromised!

We're not going to be able to hold the gate for long.

- It doesn't matter. - We're not gonna be able to...

Colonel, I need more time to stabilize this patient.

He can't be moved yet.

Go without me. Leave me.

Nobody is going anywhere.

I can't believe I'm not going to see my son.

Okay. Just stay focused. Stay focused.

Y-you know it's a boy you're gonna have, right?

Yeah. Tell me the truth. I'm not gonna make it, right?

You're gonna be fine.

Dr. Jackson? Please, please, please.

Just let me tell my wife... Let me tell my wife that...

Okay, okay.

I got it.

Breathe, Simon.

I said now's not a good time.

What part about that didn't you understand?

You got something on tape, didn't you?

Get out, get out.

Okay, I will. All right.

You know, I, uh...

I once did a piece on this war photographer.

His name is Martin Krystovski.

For about six months he was with a unit in Vietnam,

and the day before he was scheduled to leave,

the day before, he's out with the unit,

and it was just a routine patrol,

or so they thought, but suddenly,

the Lieutenant pulled him down.

And Krystovski, he hadn't intended to take a picture at that moment,

but his hands were on the camera

and he hit the ground so hard that it just went off.

And the picture captured...

the Lieutenant...

getting shot...

in the head.

And Krystovski said to me, he said,

"That bullet would have hit me, should have hit me."

And he never showed that picture to anyone.

Not for 25 years.

But 25 years later,

he got up one morning and he looked at that picture

and he saw something

that wasn't horrific.

And he decided to tell the story because he realized

that he hadn't accidentally taken a picture of a man dying.

It was of a man saving his life.

The picture I'm making, that I'm trying to make,

is about what you people do every single day.

Under extreme circumstances that no one can even imagine.

And I don't know what happened out there.

I'm sorry about what happened, whatever it was.

And if you did tape something of it,

that's not gonna change what happened.

What will change is how you feel about it.

General.

I've prepared a written testimony.

This is your mission report.

I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone.

Well, then, I guess I'm done.

Then you'll be leaving.

The President will have my preliminary report by the end of the week.

I'm sure it will be every bit as interesting

as your memo on the economics of the SGC.

I won't bother asking how you got that.

What was the dollar value you attributed to an SG team member?

You know damn well I wasn't pegging the value of a person's life.

It is a cold hard fact that it costs millions of dollars

to train these men and women,

and that is a fraction of the funds

being subverted by the Pentagon for this operation.

I think it is reprehensible

that the tax payers of this country are paying enormous sums of money

to wage a war they know nothing about,

and are getting little, if anything, in return.

If the stargate's existence were public knowledge

and your actions were being judged in the court of public opinion...

You're the one suggesting that sending a rescue team worth $27 million

to save the life of one man is a bad business decision.

You're putting words in my mouth.

You said it in black and white,

and I don't think you would dare do such a thing

if this wasn't a classified operation.

The President has asked a documentary team

to get to the truth of what's going on around here.

Why don't we just go down

and give them the whole truth as you see it? Right now.

That memo is classified, this investigation is classified.

If you so much as utter even a hint of either...

I'll see you are put away in a cold, dark place for the rest of time.

- General? - What is it, Colonel?

Security caught Mr. Bregman trying to access the infirmary, sir.

He claims he was lost, but I've shown him all around this complex.

Get rid of him.

Sir, have our orders changed, sir?

Toss him out on his ass, Colonel.

What's this? What's going on?

Mr. Bregman, sir, General Hommond has ordered you off of the base.

No, no, he can't do that.

He is the General.

Would you stop packing?

Keep packing.

You have one hour to get off my base and out of my sight forever.

- Whose authority? - My superiors.

You think I stepped over the line?

I don't. I just want to make a phone call.

Call whoever you want on your way out, there's a payphone at the surface.

Actually, I'd like to borrow your red one.

You have some nerve, Mr. Bregman.

That's what my mother used to say.

I've been ordered to turn over the tape.

Look, I'm not happy about it either.

I could fight it.

The tape could get lost

or accidentally erased, these things happen,

but I'm not going to do that.

You know, I had that little weasel of a man thrown out of here,

but in light of the NID's latest investigation,

I'm starting to think maybe there should be a record

of what goes on here beyond the classified reports.

And you trust Bregman to portray that?

At the moment I have no other choice.

Hey, hey, I got the tape, put it on.

Preliminary mission file's been declassified...

Just a minute.

Okay, you can tell her yourself.

I'm so sorry about this.

I love you so much.

God, I just... I just wanted...

God! God! Shut it off! Shut it off!

I don't want her to see me die! Please! God!

Simon, Simon, look at me.

You are not going to die, okay.

I did not come all the way out here for nothing.

Now, I've stemmed the bleeding, we're going to get you on a stretcher,

we're gonna get you home with your family in no time, okay?

- Now, you hang in there, airman. - -Yes, Ma'am!

- Oh, God, what was that? - Is she hit?

- I got him! - Janet!

You're clear, Dr. Jackson. Sorry...

I need a medic!

Fraiser's hit! I need a medic!

Is she okay?

Sierra Golf Niner, Dr. Fraiser's been hit. Position...

I need a medic!

O'Neill is alive, so is Airman Wells...

Dr. Fraiser didn't make it.

Sir, I heard you were up and around.

Yeah.

Still a little tender, but they said I could go home.

We're lucky that staff blast hit you where it did.

That new vest insert works well.

Didn't help Fraiser much.

No.

How's Cassie?

She's a strong kid, she survives, you know.

Yeah.

You speaking at the memorial?

Sir, I just wanted to say...

when you were lying there, I...

I'm really glad you're okay.

Come here.

- Dr. Jackson. - Hey.

Please, just, uh, call me Daniel.

So I hear you're gonna make a full recovery.

So they say.

- You talk to your wife? - Yeah.

- Everything's okay? - “Yeah.

I never asked you when she was due.

A couple of weeks.

They say I should be out of here by then.

- That's great. - Yeah.

II just wanted to see how you were doing, so...

She's dead because of me.

No.

No. She's dead because a Jaffa shot her.

She was doing her job.

The same way you were doing yours when a Jaffa shot you.

I can't make it feel right.

It wasn't right.

Nothing about it was right.

Butit also wasn't your fault.

Hey, Teal'c.

General Hammond asked me to speak at the memorial service.

I am aware.

I don't know what to say, nothing seems good enough.

I believe you should only speak from your heart.

I gotta go pick up Cassie.

Major Carter.

I have pondered what I would say were I given the chance.

Really?

But I believe it would be best if it came from you.

Okay.

Over here.

I was told that you might be in here, Dr. Jackson.

Yep.

I just, uh...

came by to give this back to you.

I'm not gonna use it.

Wait.

I want you to.

You know I died in this room?

Ascended.

Dr. Fraiser did everything she could.

I think she went three days without sleep.

Even in the end she didn't wanna let me go.

I owed her...

a lot more than I ever gave back.

I thought a lot about what you said about, uh, Krystovski.

I think this shows what Janet Fraiser was all about.

Me too.

I want other people to know.

Janet Fraiser was an extraordinary person.

She was kind and funny and talented.

Above all, she was courageous.

Try as I might, I could not find the words to honor her.

To do justice to her life.

Thankfully I got some help.

While words alone may not be enough,

there are some names that might do.

We often talk about those

that give their lives in the service of their country,

and while Janet Fraiser did just that,

that's not what her life was about.

The following are the names of the men and women

who did not die in service,

but who are in fact alive today because of Janet.

Major Samantha Carter.

Dr. Daniel Jackson.

Colonel Jack O'Neill.

Teal'c.

Sergeant Connie Smith.

Major lan Hules.

Senior Airman Simon Wells.

Our armed forces have

turned the tide of world wars.

Young men and women from our great country's four corners

have humbled history's worst tyrants.

We carve our thanks in stone.

We stamp it into medals.

We carefully tend to vast fields where the men and women

who gave their lives for our freedom now lay.

More than ever in our history,

we cannot fail to pass these stories of courage

to the next generation.

We must capture their imaginations

while paying tribute to all those willing to die

for the preservation of our way of life.

It's a shame no one's ever going to see it.

Really?

You, uh...

You don't think it's a little sentimental?

No, it's good.

Well, that's a relief.

Hearing that from you of all people.

Especially given how you felt about what I was doing.

I mean, I understood how you felt, but still.

I'm a big enough man to admit when I'm wrong.

I'm glad you stuck with it.

That means a lot to me, sir.

I've written a lot of letters to the next of kin.

Nothing ever seems like it's enough.

They deserved more.

This is something more.

Thank you, sir.

There is one thing, General, that's still missing,

that could make a difference.

I'll take care of it.

Hey.

Come in, comeiin.

Daniel, this is my wife Marci.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'd love to give you a hug but...

Please, don't get up.

This is my daughter.

She is beautiful.

Thanks.

Guess that ultrasound was wrong, huh?

Yeah.

What's her name?

Janet.

That's nice.

Okay, um...

- Tom? - Emmett.

You ready?

- Rolling. - Sound?

Okay. First question.

Okay.