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NARRATOR: Previously
on Stargate SG-1.

Where the hell are they?

(GRUNTS)

We've been investigating the Goa'uld
infiltration of the Trust for two years now.

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

What are you gonna say?

You think that
I've been brainwashed.

The technology is
readily available

to the Goa'uld
who infiltrated the Trust.

You made good time, Colonel.

Yes, sir. Well, it's a
good thing I left early.

I took a wrong turn
at the post office,

I was driving for about an hour

before my Special Forces
training kicked in

and I realized I was lost.

That, and the road ended.

Wiser men than you
have done worse.

So, this is
General O'Neill's place?

Actually, Jack hasn't been
able to use it much,

now that he spends
a lot of time in Washington.

His loss.

Come on in.

Looks like I beat
the others up here.

Walter just called.

Colonel Reynolds' team
has been delayed offworld.

Teal'c's gone to assist.

Is there a problem?

Nothing they can't handle.

Unfortunately, it also means

that Colonel Carter
will be delayed

until Reynolds gets back
to take command of the SGC.

What about Jackson?

Still in England.

Seems he's met some lord
or earl with a private library

of ancient reference material
on Merlin and Morgan Le Fay.

He's obviously quite excited.

Yeah. Like a fat kid
in a candy store.

I was a big boy in my youth.

Never did appreciate
comments like that.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Anyway, Vala's hitching
a ride with the others,

so until then,
it's just you and me.

I'll be sure to stay
out of your way, sir.

You won't even know I'm here.

Nonsense!

Getting to know each other
a little better outside of work

and the pressure of the SGC
is what this is all about.

Kick back.
Put our feet up for the day.

Well, that's kind of hard to do

with the fate of the galaxy
hanging in the balance, sir.

Well, if anyone is going to make
a difference in this battle, Colonel,

it's you and your team.

Yes, sir. I see what you mean
about escaping the pressure.

We all need to stop
for air now and then,

or we'll burn out.

That's the one thing you
people don't know how to do,

so I'm making it an order.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure it'll be fun, sir.

You're damn right it'll be fun.

Come on in.

LANDRY: I've got the coffee on.

REYNOLDS: The first villager went
missing sometime yesterday morning.

Another by nightfall.

They sent out search parties,
armed men.

These people are
capable hunters.

By all accounts, they've lived
on this planet for generations

and never encountered an animal they
perceived as an unmanageable threat.

Perhaps it was not an animal.

So if an animal didn't tear
these people apart, what did?

The people of P9J 333
have never before encountered

an indigenous creature they
believe capable of such an act.

So, you think this is some sort of
motivational tool meant to strike fear?

An Ori bogeyman?

It seems to be working.

The people are terrified.

Any chance the Prior knew
you were there?

I doubt this was
a message directed at us.

Our mission was
to covertly observe

if the planet
went Origin or not.

We didn't make contact
with the population

until after people
started going missing.

Okay. Well, if this
is some new Ori threat,

chances are the Prior will
show up to take responsibility.

On the other hand, if it's not,

and it's just
some vicious creature

hell-bent on eating
the whole village,

shouldn't we use our superior
technology to help track it down?

You think I don't
really care about

the plight of
some innocent people

I've never met
on some planet somewhere.

CARTER: I'm sorry, but...

Well, yes.

It just so happens
I do have vast experience

hunting rare deadly
creatures of all kinds.

Ah, let me guess,
the rarer they are...

Please. I am here to be helpful.

If you don't think these boys
can use my expertise, that's fine.

I'll just stay here, and we
can start on that quality time

General Landry wanted us
to spend together.

I've actually come up
with a list of suggestions.

Teal'c, you and Vala
head to 333 with SGs 3 and 25.

See if you can figure out
what we're dealing with

without being
detected by the locals.

Good plan, boss.

Vala's experience
notwithstanding,

I want everyone to
exercise extreme caution.

We should find out whether
this is Prior related or not.

Is General Landry not
expecting us at his cabin?

I'll let him know we're
going to be delayed a little bit.

I'm sure Colonel Mitchell
will be very pleased to hear

he's got more special
"alone time" with the General.

Hey... Colonel.

If this is a rare
and deadly creature,

we have to try
and catch it alive, okay?

That is not our mission.

Do you have any idea what this
could be worth on the open market?

I do not. Okay, okay, wait.

I propose a 50-50 split.
I think it's only fair.

I'm the one with all the contacts
to unload something like this.

Anything less than that
would just be, well, plain wrong.

Okay, name your price.

Well, say something.
It's called negotiating?

They're not coming.

Something is eating
people on P9J 333.

Teal'c and Vala
are checking it out.

Really? Maybe I should...
At ease, Colonel.

They've got SG-3
and 5 with them.

They'll be fine.

Still, this was supposed
0 be a group thing, sir.

Maybe we should reschedule.

And put away that laptop.

You can't possibly still be
writing mission reports.

And if you are, I don't want
to read anything that long.

To be honest, sir,
I finished an hour ago.

I thought so.

You don't have to be so
uncomfortable around me, Mitchell.

Sir, no matter what,
you're still my boss.

I just wish
you'd relax and enjoy

the peace and quiet
of the great outdoors.

(GUN FIRING)

Ignore it.

That was a large caliber,
.300 or .338.

They're hunting elk. It's one of
the only drawbacks around here.

Not a fan, sir?

Running around the woods with a gun never
seemed to me like a good way to unwind.

Looking to kill some innocent
creature just going about its day?

No, I suppose not, sir.
Not if your day job involves

running around the woods
carrying a gun.

Recognize the tracks?

I do not.

What we need to do
first is dig a deep pit.

This looks like
a very good spot.

Why don't you boys get started?

What?

Don't tell me
you didn't bring shovels.

(GUNS FIRING)

MAN ON RADIO: This is
SG-25 leader! We need back...

(MEN SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

It came out of nowhere.

Never seen anything like it.

Remain calm. You will be fine.

(ROARING)

Come.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Checkmate.

Yep. Too good for me, sir.

Pandering to the ego of
a senior officer, Mitchell?

No, truthfully,
I always hated the game,

but if you happen to
have a PlayStation,

I will happily kick
your ass at SOCOM 3.

Good.

I want you to feel like
you can be honest with me.

Yes, sir.

But I suppose that's easier
for me than it is for you.

I am the General.

No, I think it's probably
harder for you in some ways.

Oh. Lonely at the top
and all that, huh?

No. More not knowing what
people think of your decisions.

Relax, son.

I was thinking about
what you said to me last week,

about not being
in charge of anything.

I'm just used to a clearer
chain of command.

You could have picked
any team you wanted.

You chose to make it
your personal mission

to get Colonel Carter,
Dr. Jackson

and Teal'c back together.

That's true, and I wouldn't
change that for the world.

You said you wanted to learn
from the very best.

Yes, I did. It's just...

After I almost died, like I did,

there was a part of me
that figured

I could do anything.

Now, since coming to the SGC,

I have learned that I can't handle
any of this without the rest of SG-1.

I believe in you, Colonel.
Thank you, sir.

But we're getting our
asses kicked. Yes, we are.

We're not going to get
medals for participation. No, sir.

We win or we die.

I prefer winning.

Now, you started by
bringing SG-1 back together.

I need you to
continue working together

if we're going to have any hope.

Your job is to make
sure that happens.

Very good, sir.

(GROWLING)

Okay.

You want some dessert?

Come and get it.

You could have warned me.
I nearly shot you.

Then you should not have
run off by yourself.

I'm perfectly capable
of looking after myself.

I was trying to get help.

Then why are you
not dialing the gate?

Because I thought
I heard something growling.

I hear nothing.

That's probably because you
scared it away. That's good.

(GROWLING) Now we can...

Well, I'm flattered, but I don't
think we have time for this.

Are you injured?

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

So much for taking it alive.

Shame, too.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Sir?

Sir!

Son of a bitch!

Mitchell! What are you doing?

Whoo.

I thought I heard a noise.

Me, too.

(MITCHELL LAUGHS)

Well, that would have been
a hell of a story, sir.

Yeah!

Shotgun, huh?

Thought you didn't like to hunt.

I was up here last summer.

Had a black bear come
right through the kitchen door.

Phones are down.

That happens.

Power could be out
for a while, too.

That's quite a storm out there.

Thank you.

Well...

Night, sir.

Night, Mitchell.

General.

Listen,

maybe I'm not the only one
around here who needs to relax.

I'll try not to shoot you
before morning.

Thank you, sir. Same here.

What's up, sir?

Going somewhere, Mitchell?

Yes, sir.

The phones are still down,
power's out.

I figured we'd head
back to reality today.

Unfortunately, the storm
washed out the road into town.

The road... It's the only
road in and out of here.

Looks like we're roughing it
until they get it cleared.

Yes, sir, but you're
a powerful Air Force General.

You could order us up a chopper.

We don't use helicopters for our
own personal transportation, Mitchell.

Right, sir.

Besides, I already checked.
There wasn't one available.

We'll be fine.

Just another day or so.

Okay. Thank you.

So, you'll be pleased to hear
that all four members of SG-25

are going to be fine,

thanks in part to my handiwork

with a Goa'uld healing device.

I'm sure Dr. Lam
appreciates the help.

I see you haven't gotten over
your phobia of sitting

in General Landry's chair.

What are you doing?

I think it's about time
woman sat here.

Actually, Dr. Elizabeth Weir sat there
all the time when she ran the SGC.

She did? Hmm.

Good for her. Uh-huh, uh-huh.

So, now that the deadly creature
of PB-whatever has been dealt with,

when do we go?

I just got a call from the Silver
Creek Sheriff's Department.

Apparently, there was a
bad storm up there last night,

and the road leading up to
the area where the cabin is

washed out and won't be
reopened till tomorrow.

How unfortunate.

I'm sure
Colonel Mitchell agrees.

I'm sure the boys are having
the time of their lives,

getting up to
all sorts of mischief.

Oh, yeah, I can just imagine.

You're in for a treat, Colonel.

Yes, sir. I can see that.

The fulvous whistling duck.
Very rare.

Endangered, actually.

Only spotted one
once in my life.

And as good fortune
would have it,

their mating season
is right now,

and they love to come out
after a good rain.

That's a good one, sir.

You know what?
The hat really sells it.

Oh, you're serious.

Well, sir, as tempting as
a duck that whistles sounds,

I was thinking about
going for a run,

work off some of that
beer from last night.

You're missing the opportunity
of a lifetime, Mitchell.

Are you making it an order?

Birding is something you
have to have in your soul, son.

You have to come
to it on your own.

Well, I gotta be
honest with you, sir.

I don't know that
I have it in me.

The plaintive mating call
of this duck

is unlike anything
you've ever heard.

(IMITATES MATING CALL)

Permission to leave, sir?

Granted.

Thank you. Here I go.

How's it coming?

Dr. Redden has just begun
her examination.

She appears to be
quite knowledgeable.

She should be.

She's been heading up the xenology
unit at Area 51 for several years now.

And there goes
my need for lunch.

REDDEN: Body cavity
contains mammal-like organs.

Unnatural-looking tumors
appear prevalent.

Let's get this out.

(BEEPING)

What's going on?

Scans are picking up
low levels of radiation

coming from within the body.

The location is somewhere
in the stomach lining here.

Huh. It looks like there's some
kind of extraneous sac or abscess

attached to
the stomach wall itself.

Can I have a scalpel, please?

Thank you.

Attempting to remove it now.

Come on, you.

Whoa!

Son of a...

Thank you.

MAN: Help! Help!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get out of here!

Watch where you're
pointing that weapon.

What's wrong?

Something attacked us, man.

(STUTTERS)
It came out of nowhere.

It attacked my buddy Mike.
All right, all right.

Take me to Mike.

This way.

REDDEN: So it seems our
large dead friend

up in the lab used
to look like this.

Uh, native to P9J 333.
A docile herbivore, very shy,

and completely harmless,
according to the locals.

Well, it seems one of them, at
least, has had an identity crisis.

Yes, well, something caused
rapid and extensive mutation.

That something, I take it,
was creature number two.

Exactly.

This little fellow

apparently gives off
a type of radiation

we've never encountered before.

It lodged itself in the stomach
lining of the host creature

and began altering
the host's DNA.

Yet the inhabitants of P9J 333
claim to have never seen or heard

of any such mutation to any
of the animals on their planet.

Oh, well, I strongly doubt
that our smaller friend there

is indigenous to the planet.

So the question is,

how did it get there?

It was an animal, most likely
a grizzly, protecting its young.

The witness is
pretty freaked out.

His friend just
got mauled to death.

He said it was a bear.

He said "a bear or something."

I know it can get
boring up here, Wade.

It doesn't mean you have
to go making up things

that are gonna get
the locals all excited.

(CARS HONKING AND MEN HOOTING)

Guess it's a little
late for that.

Seal off the park before the
place turns into a shooting gallery.

Look, I only got three
deputies working for me,

plus half a dozen
volunteer rangers.

This is hunting season.

If I got a mad grizzly on
the loose, I need it dealt with.

Best that I can hope for

is that somebody kills whatever
did this before it kills again.

Lieutenant.
You reported an emergency.

What happened?

Colonel, we've got a problem.

There have been no attacks
of this nature reported

by any Jaffa settlements.

None of our other offworld allies
are reporting any such contacts, either.

Except we now have an attack
by yet another predatory creature,

this time on a completely
different planet.

Not to mention a world that's
already been converted by the Ori.

If the inhabitants of P2R 866
have already accepted Origin,

there would be no need for the
Priors to inflict his creature upon them.

Exactly. Which means
that the Ori may have

absolutely nothing to do
with these creatures.

So where are they
coming from? I don't know.

But so far,
to the best of our knowledge,

they're only showing up
on worlds we visit.

This sheriff doesn't think we've
got a Bigfoot on our hands, does he?

He's a decent enough guy.

Probably just watches
too much television.

On the other hand, we have seen

real, live alien monsters.

He doesn't know that.

True.

But he could just be looking
for his 15 minutes.

He's not that sort of man.

Well it certainly would bring
some publicity to the area.

Bump up tourism.

Whatever his motivation is,
he sure got everyone's attention.

We've got a bunch of drunken
hunters out there, all hyped up,

looking for revenge and glory.

So are we siding
with the hunters?

Or the bear?

I don't want to see
anyone else get hurt.

Just checking, sir.

This I like, sir.

A man is dead, Colonel.

Yes, sir, I know,
and I do sympathize.

It's just, you keep
telling me to relax.

It has nothing to do with
being here with you, sir.

Truth is, if I sit around with
nothing to do, I get antsy.

I'm much more at ease
offworld, in the thick of it.

I was flying air support
out of Bien Hoa.

Caught some triple-A in my
left engine and I had to eject.

Ended up landing somewhere
near the Laotian border,

well north of the DMZ.

Cut my knee up pretty good
in the process.

I was lost,

bleeding badly,
no food, no radio.

Half a battalion
of North Vietnamese regulars

were combing the jungle
looking for me.

Tracked me day and night.

Followed my blood trail.

Obviously, you got away, sir.

Took me eight days.

So that's why
you don't like to hunt.

I never felt more alive.

Yes, sir.

But [ wouldn't call it relaxing.

Well, I'm kind of
twisted that way, sir.

MAN ON RADIO:
Sheriff Stokes, come in.

We're about a mile northwest
of Silver Creek Junction.

We found another body.

It's been torn to shreds.

Colonel, respond.

I hear it, sir.

Colonel?

Victim number two.

The first mission, to P9J 333,

was simply to observe and
initiate first contact with the locals

should they reject the Ori.

The second mission, to P2R 866,

was purely covert surveillance

of an already converted planet.

Two completely
different missions,

both to worlds not inhabited
by scary creatures of any kind.

Right. However, there was one single
common element to both missions.

Both required teams to remain
inconspicuous. Stealth was key.

Then both teams would
have been required to use

a Sodan cloaking device
in order to remain hidden.

Exactly.

And we tested them
for safety and started

deploying them on missions
such as these just over a week ago.

You think there's some sort of
malfunction with the devices?

Yes, but we have
another problem.

I requested a complete recall
of all the Sodan cloaking devices,

including the ones
still at Area 51.

Turns out one of them
is missing.

No abnormal energy readings,
no power spikes.

All systems appear to be normal.

Looks like that one
checks out, too.

How's it going?

Nothing yet.

Any word from Area 517

Yeah. Agent Barrett called in
about an hour ago.

Said his team has
detained everyone

who had security
clearance to the lab

where the devices
were being held.

We should have more answers
after he's finished questioning them.

So he's made
a full recovery, then?

Well, he's cleared for duty,
but he still feels

responsible for what happened.

VALA: Well, he was
brainwashed. It's hardly his fault.

Still, he's determined
to find out how it happened

and catch those responsible.

It is ironic that,
not so long ago,

the mere presence of
the Goa'uld on Earth

would have been
cause for great concern.

Seriously.

Who'd ever think that
we'd have bigger fish to fry?

Or that you'd use the
word "ironic" in a sentence?

Indeed.

I am ready.

Okay. Go for it.

Nothing.

(BEEPING) Wait a second.

There's elevated
radiation coming

from within the area
of the cloaking field.

Levels are climbing.

A lot of activity out here, sir.

I told you.
The last thing we need is

for this place to turn
into the OX. Corral.

(GUNS FIRING)

Or a vice-presidential
bird hunt.

Hold fire!

Cease fire!

You boys want to tell me
what you're shooting at?

We saw something
moving in there.

Hey, man, you crazy?
Where the hell's he going?

Turn that thing off.

Help me.

So you're sure you're okay?

I am fine, Colonel Carter.

No headaches? No nausea?
Nothing that might indicate

early symptoms
of sudden onset monsterism?

I am fine.

Actually, you are.

There's no signs of
radiation poisoning,

no evidence of
genetic manipulation...

I'm guessing this creature,
whatever it is,

requires sustained close contact
in order to affect its victim's DNA.

Well, that's reassuring,
for all of us.

Well, we're running
some tests on it right now,

but [ would like to know more
about what actually happened.

You said it just appeared
inside the cloaking field?

And then it just
sat there like a lump.

The one inside the stomach of the
mutated creature was quite active.

Yeah, I noticed.
It practically attacked me.

And this one has actually been more
active recently in its containment tank.

I suppose it's possible
it was temporarily stunned

by its transition
to our dimension.

I'm sorry?

Well, that would explain why
the people using the cloaks

haven't been attacked
by the creatures.

No, no, I meant the "transition
to our dimension" part.

Ah. The Sodan cloaking device
emits an energy field around the wearer

that puts them
slightly out of phase

with our normal dimension
of space-time.

Essentially,
whoever is in the field

is accessing
a pocket of subspace,

making them
virtually undetectable.

So you think this creature is
from an alternate dimension,

and is essentially
bleeding through?

Yeah. It's definitely possible.

Ancient technology
has allowed us to see

extra-dimensional
life forms before.

The Sodan were using these
devices for hundreds of years.

You'd think there'd
at least be a label

on the side in
bold print that says,

"Beware, may cause deadly,
extra-dimensional, radioactive,

"monster-causing
creature to appear.'

Or, at least "Danger"
would have been nice.

Perhaps the Sodan were not aware
of such a flaw in the technology.

CARTER: It's possible
this wasn't even a problem

until we started
using the devices.

I think I know
why this is happening.

Actually,
it went straight through.

Congratulations.
You're going to be fine.

What? I've been shot!

Yeah, you have. Hurts, don't it?

Don't worry, I had worse.

I'm bleeding to death here!

I need an ambulance.

Yeah, I can do that,
as soon as I find out

what you're doing running around in
the woods with a Sodan cloaking device.

You're going to let me die?

I figure

you're connected to the Trust.

Am I right?

Orders to spy on General
Landry, myself and SG-17

Please,
just get me to a hospital.

See, obviously,
you're not a Goa'uld,

otherwise you'd
just heal yourself.

What are you talking about?

Snakes.
Snakes in people's heads.

Evil snakes, controlling their
host bodies with megalomaniac

take-over-the-galaxy delusions.

I know what a Goa'uld is.

Do you know
you're working for one?

That's who's running
the Trust these days.

You're crazy, man.

Yeah.

That's what they
keep telling me.

You know, they really should
give you a personal shield

to go with that cloaking device.

And half a brain.

We found a car filled with
surveillance and recording equipment

about half a mile from here.

I figure the most he learned is
that Mitchell is terrible at chess

and has some form of
sleep apnea.

What else have you learned?

Well, sir, the reason the creatures
are entering our dimension is our fault.

How's that?

When we first started using
the Sodan devices,

we noticed that they emitted

a significant
amount of radiation.

This is different from
the radiation given off

by the inter-dimensional
creatures?

Yes, sir, but not unrelated.

We made modifications to shield
the radioactive emissions in order

to make the devices
safer for human use.

I'm guessing there was a practical
reason for the radioactive output.

Dr. Redden tested the creatures
for a reaction to the radiation

given off by the unshielded
cloaking devices.

They're repelled by it.

And the Sodan would
have been protected

from the radioactivity
because of their symbiotes.

Exactly, which is why
they never had this problem.

We thought the radiation was a
coincidental by-product of the technology.

When it was actually
performing a vital function.

Do we have any idea

how frequent this dimensional
breach might be?

No, sir. It appears to be
a random occurrence.

But given how long
the Trust operative

was using the Sodan device
to stay hidden,

I'd say that whatever's on the
loose in the woods around the cabin

is probably a lot worse
than a grizzly.

Two hunters dead,
and now a guy with no ID.

You want to bring me
into the loop here, Colonel?

Guy was in the wrong place
at the wrong time,

got shot for his troubles.

Bound to happen
with all these yahoos

running around
the woods with guns.

Then why am I not being
allowed to question him?

Because the Air Force is
taking over this investigation

in the interest of
national security.

That's why.

So just a grizzly bear, huh?

Since when does
the Air Force go after

a bear in the name
of national security?

There's nothing for you
to be concerned about, Wade.

Things will be back to normal
around here in no time.

(ROARING)

(SHERIFF SCREAMING)

(MARINES SHOUTING)

Damn it.

MITCHELL: So we're talking about a
little critter from a different dimension

that burrows into a big critter,

turning him into
a rampaging monster.

In a nutshell.

Nice. How do we find it?

Well, I've calibrated a number
of handheld scanners to pick up

the creature's radioactive
energy signature.

We should be able to track it
within a 300-meter range.

We've also devised
a radioactive isotope package

that gives off an energy wave

similar to the ones emitted
by the Sodan cloaking devices.

We're air-dropping them in
perimeter around the park.

It should stop the creature
from getting too far.

Isn't that dangerous for us?

Only if you come within
100 meters of the package.

They have a decay rate
that will leave them inert

in less than six hours.

It'll be dark soon.

We can't let
this thing get away.

VALA: Right, so obviously,
rule number one

when hunting savage
beasts like this

is to never actually crawl
through the forest looking for them,

especially at night.

Always find a way
to lure them to you.

So I suggest
the best plan of attack

would be to plant these isotope
packages here and here...

Or whatever you want.

You'll operate in teams of four.

Each team will conduct
grid sweeps, starting here.

No more than

radio contact every 10 minutes.

That's brilliant. Or...
You have your orders.

Move out.

But they didn't hear
the rest of my plan.

We'll call it Plan B.

This won't work, you know.

All I'm saying is, why not take
advantage of my vast experience,

instead of leaving it up to...

No offense, amateurs?

A mighty Jaffa
warrior once said,

"The greatest strategy
is doomed to fail

"if there is no army
to follow it."

He is one, we are many.

That is why we will prevail.

(BEEPING)

Excuse me.
Amateurs coming through.

(RAPID BEEPING)

I'm picking up something.

Two-hundred meters,
north-northwest.

MITCHELL ON RADIO:
Sam, what's your 207

We're directly west of you.

We got a bogey just northeast of
your position. Can you zero in on it?

Got it. Moving on target.

Colonel Mitchell, we have
detected the creature.

MITCHELL: Teal'c, where are you?

Just south of your position.

We're all picking up
the same target, sir.

Marines, secure perimeter.

All right, where the hell is it?

We should be right on top of it.

Look, no creature,
no matter how vicious,

is stupid enough to attack
a group of this size,

so, trust me,
we've probably scared it off.

Vala! What?

Down!

(ROARING)

Of course, I have been known
to be wrong on occasion.

Holy Hannah,
did you see that thing?

Do you think
we scared it off now?

No, I think we pissed it off.

It's circling us.

Backs together!

We have a contact in the area.

(GROWLING)

(ROARING)

Yeah,
that's what I call relaxing.

(GUN FIRING)

The hell you doing?

VALA: Rule number two,

never approach a creature
assuming that it's dead.

Allow me to explain to you
a few of my rules.

All units,
this is General Landry.

The target has been neutralized.

I repeat, the target
has been neutralized.

You know what's strange? I
have never known a lone creature

to behave so aggressively
toward a large group.

Mind you, I've never encountered
a radioactive mutant before.

Sir, get down.

Very funny, Mitchell.
This is not...

No. Sir! Get down!

(ROARING)

VALA: Well, that explains that.

Odd behavior for one creature,

but not for two.

Feel better? Mmm-hmm.

VALA: Shall we see
who's flopped their nuts?

A queen.

Ah, General, good timing. Colonel
Mitchell is about to run out of chips.

We need new blood.

Any word, sir?

Final ground sweeps
have come up empty,

and although it is a big park,

our scanners do have
a limited range,

so we're dropping a fresh
radioactive perimeter

and sealing off the area for
another week as a precaution.

I think it's unlikely that
there's a third creature, sir.

Care to place odds on that?

I'm not much of a gambler.

That is obvious.

Ooh.

Okay!

River comes up...

King of spades.

Possible Royal Marriage
or King Kong in the works.

There's way too much
Poker Channel going on here.

I'm out.

I'm all in.

I'm out.

A true warrior

knows when to fold 'em.

Really?

I won?

I was totally bluffing!

Well played, Colonel!

Thank you, sir.

A true warrior knows
when to hold 'em.

She took you downtown, homeboy.

I'm glad to see you're
all having a good time.

Yes, sir. Last night was
the best time I've had since...

I don't know when, the look on
your face when I said, "Sir! Get down!"

What?

A hundred times,
the man has told me to relax.

Not that much.

Yes, sir.

Well, it's good to see
you relaxing, too, sir.

Right. Now...

Deal me in.