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NARRATOR: Previously
on Stargate SG-1.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What are you doing?

I don't know, sir.

The Colonel must have input new
stargate locations into the computer.

Jaffa number in the millions, spread
across the vastness of the galaxy.

What you need right now
is a strong leader.

You.

Guys! We've got a problem.

Ba'al's been busy.

He's been gathering up stargates

from all over the sector
for the last several weeks.

In Arthurian myth, Morgan was
a powerful sorceress,

King Arthur's half-sister
and an adversary of Merlin.

That would suggest
she may have had a hand

in the disappearance
of the weapon we seek.

We're looking for
the names of two planets

known on Earth in ancient times

in the dialect of Old English
as Castiana and Sahal.

Taoth Vaclarush and Valos Cor.

You're not really
a hologram, are you?

You have your answer,
Daniel Jackson.

I suggest you act on it.

What's the latest
from the search parties?

Nothing much to report, sir.

The toxic atmosphere on Castiana
is slowing us down considerably.

Now, we found evidence
of stone structures on Sahal,

but they appear to have been
abandoned over 40,000 years ago.

So basically we've got nothing.

Not yet.

You went all the way
to the Pegasus Galaxy,

had a face-to-face encounter

with a full-blown
Ascended being,

came away with not one
but two gate addresses,

and they both turn out
to be dead ends?

Well, see, that's the part that
doesn't make any sense, sir.

If Morgan didn't want us
to find Merlin's weapon,

then why tell us
anything at all?

We must be missing something.

That's what Doctor Jackson
keeps telling me.

You heard from Daniel?

He checked in from
Camelot this morning.

He's convinced that the answer
is somewhere in Merlin's library.

But he hasn't found
anything yet.

HARRIMAN ON RADIO:
Sorry to interrupt, General.

You're needed in
the control room.

Oh.

What is it, Chief?

We just received
a heads-up from NORAD, sir.

An Al'kesh bomber just entered Earth's
atmosphere about four minutes ago.

Bearing indicates
Cheyenne Mountain.

Two F-16's out of Peterson
have been re-routed to intercept.

I'm patching us in.

PILOT: Repeat, you have
entered a Flight Restricted Zone

and are requested
to land immediately.

Please respond.

Stargate Command,
this is Bearcat One.

Alien vessel is unresponsive.
Should we engage?

If they were friendly, they
wouldn't be flying silent.

Maybe their
communications are down.

We can't take the chance.

Bearcat One,
this is General Landry.

You are clear to engage.

PILOT: The alien vessel
has been disabled.

They're coming down hard.

I've got projected coordinates.

We're on it, sir.

CARTER:
What's the situation, Major?

The area has been secured.

No one on board
except for the pilot.

He's being treated
for minor injuries.

Let's have a look at him.

Ah, at last.
The welcoming committee.

MITCHELL: I don't get it.

We know that Ba'al
has come to Earth

before without being detected.

Presumably by cloaked cargo ship

or by using Asgard beaming
technology from high orbit.

Exactly. So why would he fly an
Al'kesh directly to Stargate Command?

Maybe he was planning to attack.

No. Even Ba'al's not that crazy.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Well, this is interesting.

There's a signal coming from
inside the interrogation room.

He must have implanted himself
with a locator beacon.

No doubt he's expecting his
people to beam him out at some point.

Better not hold his breath.

Why not?

Well, after the stargate
was stolen two years ago,

we installed jamming devices
to prevent anyone

from locking onto a signal
from within the base.

MITCHELL: General.

Has he said anything?

Only that he won't talk
to anybody but SG-1.

Lucky us.

Well, frankly,
I'm inclined to let him rot.

That's all right, sir.
We'll talk to him.

After all,
he did come all this way.

Colonel Mitchell.

Colonel Carter, Teal'c.

Qetesh.

She goes by Vala now.

(SIGHING) Always did, really.

We've been authorized
to give you the time of day,

so make it quick
and make it good.

Of course.

I understand your reluctance
to trust me, so I'll be succinct.

It's the clones.
They want me dead.

That would make all of us.

Dead, huh? What'd you do?

Short-sheet the bed?
Cheat at cards?

You must understand that
what I did was out of necessity.

You were the ones who invited
the Ori into this galaxy.

I was merely trying to
preserve a safe haven

for myself
and a few good friends.

You mean slaves.

So you stole a few stargates,

tried to setup your own network,

yada, yada, yada.
We were there, remember?

Luckily, I wasn't.

I had to hear about
your heroics third-hand.

I also had to hear about
how you thwarted my attempts

to gain control of
the Jaffa High Council.

But none of this explains why
the clones would turn on you.

That's probably because there's a little
more to his plan than he's letting on.

Perceptive, as usual.

Didn't Daniel tell me something
about a very powerful weapon

in the hands of
the Jaffa on Dakara?

It's not a weapon, technically.

It was a device that was
originally used by the Ancients

to seed all life in this galaxy.

But we did adapt it
to destroy the replicators.

Using my simultaneous
dialing program, I might add.

Am I correct in assuming
that this device

can be adapted to kill
organic life as well?

Yes.

Now it's starting to make sense.

It is?

Well, you must remember that
I have intimate knowledge

of just how depraved
the Goa'uld can be.

You are suggesting
that Ba'al attempted

to gain control
of the High Council

in order to gain access
to the Ancient device.

With the purpose of wiping
out all life in the galaxy,

except his own
little corner, of course.

That was Anubis's plan.

I never said it was original.

But if I'd succeeded,
the Ori would have

lost interest and been
on their merry way.

You were going to save
the galaxy by destroying

pretty much everyone in it?

But your clones figured out you weren't
going to bring them along, didn't they?

They served their purpose.

But what can I say?

Their egos were beginning
to be a problem.

Well, they are your clones.

What I don't understand is,
after this particular revelation,

you thought SG-1
would want to help you.

Because I can help you.

With what?

Your search for Merlin's
weapon, of course.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sir? Agent Barrett's here
to see you.

Barrett. What can I do for you?

I'm here for the prisoner, sir.

Excuse me?

Ba'al.

I have an official request for
his transfer into NID custody.

You gotta be kidding.

We caught him. We can handle it.

Well, with all due respect,
sir, it's my understanding

he basically flew himself
into your front door.

Look, nobody wants a
jurisdictional tug of war here.

We've been investigating
the Goa'uld infiltration

of the Trust for two years now.

I'm telling you,
it's a global conspiracy.

Political and corporate connections
in over a dozen countries,

your prisoner is
at the top of the pyramid.

We don't even know
if he's the real Ba'al.

Even if he's a clone, I bet
you he's got enough information

to bring down
the whole organization.

We could wipe them out.

Well, you're just gonna
have to wait your turn.

Right now, we've got
bigger fish to fry.

Anubis told me of the weapon
and of its power.

He dedicated considerable
effort to finding it during his time

in our plane of existence,
but he never succeeded.

And you have the address?

Actually, you have the address.

It's among those Colonel O'Neill
obtained during his encounter

with the Ancient
repository of knowledge

on the planet you call P3R-272.

There are thousands
of addresses on that list.

Exactly why you'll never
find it on your own.

I, however, have information
that will allow you

to narrow down
your choices considerably.

All I ask in return is that
you eliminate the clones.

And we do that exactly how?

It should be easy enough
to track them down.

I implanted a locator chip in
each one when I created them.

That's funny, because we
detected a locator chip in you.

I had to implant one in myself
in order to gain their trust.

Ah.

You can use the tracking
system on board my Al'kesh.

They'll never see it coming.

Well, that is
a truly incredible story,

in every sense of the word.

I should also mention that every one of
my clones knows about Merlin's weapon.

And if any of them, at any
point, were captured by the Priors,

and were it to somehow slip out

that the SGC computer contains the
location of a weapon deadly to the Ori...

Their Priors would stop at
nothing to have it within their grasp.

It is, of course, your decision.

I leave it in your
very capable hands.

You can't seriously think
that he's telling the truth.

The whole truth? Of course not.

But there's too much at
stake here not to investigate.

And in the meantime?

What am I supposed
to tell my superiors?

That's your problem.

We managed to activate the
tracking system on the Al'kesh,

and this

is what we got.

Those are the Ba'als?

More like dots, really.

Get it? Dots, balls.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Anyway, we worked up those
files with the current locations,

showing the addresses
and any available intel.

All right, so what kind
of trap are we looking at?

I don't think it would be
as simple as an ambush,

not while we have him
in custody.

No Goa'uld would sacrifice
himself like that.

What do you think, sir?

I say we give it a go.

Remind me to give you a primer
on the meaning of the word "sir."

But she's right.

We won't know
if Ba'al is serious or not

until we test out
some of these addresses.

Some of this intel
seems pretty sketchy.

I'm familiar with this planet.

It used to belong to Camulus.

Can you get us in?

Absolutely.

You sure you want to
bring her along on this one?

Jackson says she'll be useful.
Now's her chance to prove it.

But Dr. Jackson isn't here,
and it seems to me

he's the only one
she ever listens to.

Yeah. Some of the time.

You don't think
you can control her?

No, I know I can't control her,

but that's pretty much
par for the course.

Sir, Carter and I
are the same rank,

Teal'c's an alien,
Jackson's a civilian.

I learned a long time ago
I don't control anything.

Who does?

How do I look?

Turn around.

Yeah, you look great.

A little more enthusiasm
from you next time. Thank you.

What? Zat!

This is my first real mission
through the gate,

and I'm the only one
who knows the terrain.

Then try not to get us killed.

Here we are.

And what?

Well, it's a ring platform,
somewhat hidden,

but it's a backdoor,
if you will.

Okay, but it doesn't do us
much good if we can't activate it.

Leave that to me.

Hang on.

Hang on!

Where's she going?

(WHISTLES)

(GROANING)

What the hell are you doing?

I alerted a Jaffa patrol
to our presence.

Obviously!
Do you mind if I ask why?

So they'd sound the alarm
and send reinforcements.

Oh, well, that's...

That's brilliant!

Hey, how come
I didn't think of that?

My dear Colonel,
where do you think

the reinforcements
will come from?

You can thank me later,
by the way.

(PIN CLANGING)

Jaffa!

(JAFFA GROANING)

Don't shoot.

I know why you're here, and
you're making a big mistake.

Oh, let us guess,
you're the real Ba'al.

Precisely.

No doubt the impostor promised
you the location of Merlin's weapon

if you helped him get
rid of the rest of us.

That's right.

You do realize he has no
idea where it is or how to find it.

VALA: But you do. Of course.

I obtained the information only
after the clones were created

and needless to say,
I never shared it with them.

You know what?

This is giving me a headache.

What do you say
we finish this up at home?

Let's go, Spartacus.

Oh, yeah.
Now I can see the difference.

I still cannot.

Do we really believe only one of
them knows how to find the weapon?

This is Ba'al
we're talking about.

I don't think we can take anything
either of them say at face value.

So what now, sir?

We've got scientists
working here, don't we?

Get them on this. See if
they can sort out who's who.

In the meantime, I think
I'm going to have to arrange

for separate accommodations.

ANALYST: I wish
I had better news.

So you're saying there's
no way to tell them apart?

We generated distinct DNA
profiles of all four samples,

using a number of
analysis techniques.

Sorry? Four?

We did the host and the
Goa'uld separately. Right.

We ran each test five times,

and in each case,
the results were uncanny.

There was a perfect match
across all 13 specific DNA markers.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

Either the clones are genetically
indistinguishable from the real Ba'al...

Or we have two clones
on our hands

and the real Ba'al
is still out there.

Yep.

Thank you.

So much for not
encountering resistance.

I guess some Ba'als are
bigger than others, huh?

If he's got a ship
back there, we're screwed.

We've got to find a way around.

You hold this position. I'll go.

I'll come with you.

Let's draw some fire.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

CARTER: Someone's coming.

(SCREAMING)

Don't shoot.

I am the real Ba'al.

Sam, we got Ba'al.

Copy that.

So do we.

Chief, got a full count.
Two strikes, three Ba'als.

That's clever, sir.

He was thinking that one up
the whole way home.

Yeah, the whole three seconds.

Three point two.

Good point.

Well, that ties you with SG-12,

because they brought in
two more about an hour ago.

Damn.

It's not a competition.

Says you.

General.

Barrett. I was wondering
when you'd be back.

I understand you got
yourself a few extra Ba'als.

I don't suppose you'd consider
letting me take a few off your hands?

You know I can't do that.

Not until we figure out
which one's the original,

and whether or not he's
bluffing about Merlin's weapon.

Besides, if any of them got
wind that we had another agenda,

that would give them leverage
in the interrogation.

Last thing we need
is for them to think

they have a strong
bargaining position.

I was afraid
you were going to say that.

I assume you spoke
to your superiors.

I did. They're not happy.

The fact is,
while the NID does provide

civilian oversight
of my command,

I don't, technically,
have to follow their orders.

At least not until
the President tells me to.

They tried that.

For the moment,
he is backing you.

But if your investigation doesn't
turn up anything useful soon,

it's gonna all change.

Obviously.

I'd like to stay on and
observe the interrogations, sir.

Any one of them
could say something

that might turn out
to be useful for us.

Of course.
You're always welcome.

What do you got?

Well, sir, SG-14 just arrived
with two more Ba'al clones,

which brings us to
the end of our list.

Well, you guys got your work
cut out for you, huh?

And just how might you be
able to help me?

Well, we could spare
your life, for one.

You help us find
Merlin's weapon,

and I promise,
we won't kill you.

No.

Instead, you'll lock me
in the basement

of one of your more
appalling penal facilities

for me to live out the rest of
my life in squalor and deprivation.

It's better than
the alternative. Trust me.

You see,
here's what I'm thinking.

I'm thinking that
you're not the real Ba'al.

I mean, you haven't even
tried to cut a deal,

which makes me think that you
have no idea how to find the weapon,

therefore you're
just another clone.

I am the real Ba'al,
I assure you.

No, no, think about this.

How did we meet?

Do you think the real Ba'al would
let himself be captured like that,

cowering in the bushes like
a scared little bunny rabbit?

That's better.

But I'm still not buying it.

You're trying to goad me
into revealing information.

No, I'm just calling it
like I see it.

And right now, you do not
strike me as someone who could

intimidate a 10-year-old
out of his lunch money,

much less run
an interstellar empire.

Why don't you have the guard
excuse himself for a moment,

and I'll show you
just what I am capable of?

See, now I know
you're not the real Ba'al.

The real Ba'al wouldn't
care about the guard.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

So,

having a tough day, are we?

What do you want, Qetesh?

Is that any way
to greet an old friend?

Is that what we were?

I'll admit we had
our differences.

You attacked my fleet at
Selenis, crippled my flagship,

and killed 10,000
of my best Jaffa.

So |I did.

But it was nothing personal.

Anyway, that's all in the past,

and I'm here to talk
about our future.

"Our" future?

Well, you must admit there's
always been something between us.

Even when we wanted
to kill each other,

there was always a certain

spark.

Perhaps.

But you've made your
new allegiance clear.

Have I?

Or have I just been waiting
for the right opportunity?

What sort of opportunity?

You know how to
find the address.

I have the access
to the database.

You would betray
your Tau'ri friends?

Friends

come and go.

Besides, what use
are they going to be to me

on their knees
before the armies of the Ori?

You tell me what you know,

I'll find the location
of Merlin's weapon,

we'll make our escape.

And then we'll be free to share in
the pleasure of each other's company.

An excellent plan.

Hmm.

But why wait?

Merlin's weapon
isn't going anywhere.

We have nothing but time.

What, here on this rather
uncomfortable table?

Why not?

Well, the security camera,
for starters.

There's no way they'd trust me

after seeing
something like this.

Tell them it was part of
your interrogation technique.

Oh, come on, be serious.

I am being serious.

Aren't you?

BA'AL: Your time amongst
the Tau'ri is making you soft.

You used to be
a much better liar.

Don't say it.

Your people are
getting nowhere, sir.

You think you can do better?

It's what we're trained for.

I could have half a dozen
agents here by tomorrow.

I'm talking about offering our
services on your investigation.

If any of the Ba'als knows where
Merlin's weapon is, we'll find out.

By your own admission, the NID
wants this over with as quickly as possible

so they can move on to something
they think is more important.

Under those circumstances,
I think you'll understand

why I'd prefer to stick
with my own people.

Yes, sir.

Mind if I join you?

Please.

So, how are
the interrogations coming?

You have to ask?

Look, I know you've been
monitoring the investigation.

I also know you think
we're wasting our time.

No. No, I never said that.

Not in so many words.

Look, you guys are fighting
a war out there, right?

We're fighting it down here.

Believe me, it's a war.

Do you remember two years ago,

when the Goa'uld almost took
over the Russian government?

Do you want to see
that happen again?

Of course not. Then help me.

Malcolm, it's not like we're
gonna keep the Ba'als here forever.

Just give us a couple of days,

and then you can come in and...

Days. No,
this is way too important!

Are you all right?

This is about us, isn't it?

Excuse me?
Yeah, this is about us.

We obviously have
unresolved issues.

Look, you're my friend,
and I care about you.

But don't push it.

I need to see the prisoner.

Now.

(GRUNTS)

General.

Somebody give me some good news.

Sorry, sir, I still don't
have anything useful.

I didn't even make it
to first base.

Where's Colonel Carter?

She was finishing up
last time I saw,

but I don't think she has
anything to report either.

We're running out of time.
The NID wants the prisoners,

and the President's not going to
be able to hold them back forever.

Or they're not going to wait.

What are you talking about?
Agent Barrett.

He's talking to
one of the Ba'als.

I didn't give
authorization for that.

Whoa!

(GUN FIRING)

Radio.

This is Colonel Carter requesting
backup, Level 16, Corridor B.

Come with me. You, cover both.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

We're losing containment.

This is General Landry.

I need a full security lockdown
of Levels 15 through 17. Now.

And there goes the feed.
We're blind.

Barrett. Oh, Sam.

He got away, he took my gun.

It's okay, we'll get
you out of here. Okay.

Come on.

BA'AL: Going somewhere?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BARRETT GRUNTING)

Put them with the others.

We have emergency forces in
position at all access points, sir.

All three levels are
locked down and secure.

What do you got for me, Doctor?

Well, we're thinking our
best bet is symbiote poison

introduced in gas form
into all three levels.

It won't harm any of our people,

but it will kill any of the Goa'uld
who come in contact with it.

Excellent. Do it.

Well, it's not that simple.

You see, we'll have to use the
ventilation system to distribute the gas,

and, you know, it's not really
designed for that sort of thing.

What are you saying?

I can run some simulations
and determine the optimum

points to seal off the levels
and to insert the gas.

But even at optimum efficiency,

it won't be distributed evenly.

There's bound to be dead pockets
where the gas will take longer

before it has any effect.
All right, all right.

So what you're saying is,

depending on location, some of the
Ba'als may get advance warning, sir.

As soon as they realize
what's happening,

they're going to
kill the hostages.

Then we must be prepared
to provide a distraction

at the moment
the gas is released.

Go!

Get up. We don't have much time.

Remember, we can't afford to be
seen until Dr. Lee gives us the signal.

Got it.

No improvising this time.
We stick to the plan.

Despite the fact
that my improvisations

have been extremely
useful in the past?

That's your entry point.

Bring her.

The access code.

Please.

You're trying to download the list of
planets from the Ancient database.

What are you doing?

We need to join the others.

All right.

I'm coming.

You want Merlin's weapon
for yourselves.

A weapon capable of
destroying not only the Ori,

but the Ancients as well.

I'd say that's
a pretty valuable commodity.

I won't do it.

This would be an inappropriate
time for heroics, Colonel.

Go ahead and kill me.

It's only a matter of time before
we regain control of this level.

Good luck trying to figure out
the code before then.

I would never
dream of killing you.

But I will kill
the other hostages.

You start with Agent Barrett.

Wait.

I'll do it.

I'm in position, Doc.

SILER ON RADIO: Level 14,
Section C-9 on the ventilation grid.

All right. That's our main
access point on the north side.

Now, the first thing
you'll need to do

is seal off the vent
before the junction.

I'm on it.

Why is this taking so long?

It's a lot of information.

You did something to slow
the download, didn't you?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, it doesn't matter.
You can't stop us anyway.

Check the perimeter.

They'll be coming soon.

(COCKING GUN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(WHISPERS) Teal'c. Vala.

We got a bit of a dead end here.

You got Carter's 207

Negative.
I am similarly immobilized.

Doctor.

We're setting up
five separate access points,

they all have to be ready
to go simultaneously.

It's just going
to take a minute.

I'll take that.

It won't do you any good.

They'll never let you off this
base, even if you kill us all.

Yes, that's what I
wanted you to think,

otherwise you never
would have given me the code.

What are you talking about?

I knew they wouldn't negotiate.

Not even for you.

Not with something
like this at stake.

Fortunately,

that's not the plan.

Where the hell is that gas?

I don't mean to rush you, boys.

We're about to be
discovered here.

BA'AL: We know
you're back there.

So much for the plan.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, hell.

(GRUNTS)

SILER ON RADIO:
We have gunfire on Level 16!

Siler, this is General Landry.

Forget about
a coordinated attack.

Just hit them with as much
gas as you can. Now!

Yes, sir.

(HISSING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUN FIRING)

We have a man down.
Are you all right?

We are uninjured.

And Mitchell?

You okay?

I'm fine. What's happening?

We got them on the run.

It looks like they're retreating
back to one of the isolation rooms.

Wait a minute.
All of them together?

Yeah. Why?

Sam?

(GRUNTS)

Sam?

You're too late.
That's symbiote poison.

You're the one who's too late.

Get us out of here.

How the hell did he do it?

It looks like
the locator beacons

actually served a dual purpose.

In close proximity, they combined
to amplify the signal enough

to be picked up through
our jamming screen.

That's why he needed us to go
and round up all the clones

and bring them here.

He was playing us
from the start.

This was all so that he could get
his hands on that list of planets.

He must genuinely believe that
Merlin's weapon is hidden on one of them.

Even so, he took a great risk.

It was only because Agent
Barrett violated protocol

that he was afforded the opportunity
to escape the interrogation room.

And that was the reason
he was able to get

all the clones in one place
so that he could beam out.

So if the whole thing
was planned in advance,

how did he know what
Agent Barrett was gonna do?

Agent Barrett, we need to talk.

Yes?

Did you read the report
on Ba'al's attempts

to gain control of
the Jaffa High Council?

Yeah, sure I did.

The council members were
influenced by some form of mind control.

Yeah, I remember. So?

So what were you doing
in Ba'al's cell?

I wanted to question him.

You had no authorization
for that.

You were stonewalling me.

I decided to take matters
into my own hands.

You took your weapon
into the interrogation room.

Yeah. Yeah, I shouldn't have
done that. That was a mistake.

See, the Malcolm Barrett I know would
never have made that kind of mistake.

Your record indicates your entire
career has been strictly by the book.

Now, suddenly out of the blue,

you're a cowboy?

What are you guys saying?

You think that
I've been brainwashed?

The technology is
readily available

to the Goa'uld
who infiltrated the Trust,

and their loyalty is to Ba'al.

CARTER: Somebody must have given him
the specs to our anti-beaming technology.

It's the only way
he could've known

that a combined signal would
be enough to punch through.

Yeah. I agree with that,
but it wasn't me.

Ba'al's plan hinged
on knowing in advance

he'd have the opportunity
to get out of that cell.

He knew you were coming.

And this is crazy.

You didn't know you
were doing anything wrong.

I've got to go.
I'm due back in Washington.

You're not going anywhere.

Sergeant!

Hand over your weapon.

Sam, you know this isn't true.

Sir, I'm sorry.

I should never have
given Ba'al that code.

You had no way of knowing.

Under the circumstances,
you did the right thing.

Thank you, sir.

So what do you think?

Think Ba'al really has a way of
figuring out where that weapon is?

Hard to say.

Anubis knew the addresses of all
those planets, and he never found it.

Mind you,
there was only one of him.

Says you.