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Does anyone know what
this meeting's all about?

No, but I hope it's important.

I was right in the middle

of translating
that cuneiform tablet

we found on p302—55.

I still have to finish
re—calibrating malp—3k sensors

for long—term reconnaissance
on p5x—3d7.

I was unable to complete
my keloun reading.

I was just about to do
something important.

All right, people. As you were.

We have ourselves a situation.

Early this morning,
at approximately 0400 hours,

the base switchboard
received the following call.

Man, on tape: Hello.

This is a message
for colonel Jack O'Neill

and anyone else
who's listening in.

I know this call
is being monitored,

but don't bother
to set up atrace.

I'm at a phone booth
in butte, Montana,

and I'll be long gone

before your black—ops teams
can get here.

You're not dealing
with an amateur.

I know all about roswell

and the Kennedy cover—ups
andthe—...

It goes on
like that for a while.

Man, on tape:
And the c.I.A.—sanctioned

microwave harassment,

and th e—...

Quite a while.

Man, on tape:
And the lizard people,

but the point is

none of these compare to
your little secret, colonel.

I'm talking about
a large, circular object

discovered in Egypt,

currently residing in
the bottom of a missile silo

under Cheyenne mountain.

I believe you call it
the Stargate.

And now that
I've got your attention,

I want to meet tomorrow,

in the new clover leaf
restaurant in billings.

And, colon El... come alone.

Interesting.

It would appear base security
has been breached.

I want to know who this man is.

I want to know
how he got his information,

and I want to know
who he's been talking to.

You leave in half an hour.

Colonel O'Neill?

Yeah?

Sorry I'm late,
ithink I was followed.

You sure?

Yeah. But don't worry.

I managed to lose him.

Very professional.

What's your name?

You can call me Martin.

Ok, Martin. What's this about?

If you don't mind,
before we get started...

Just like to check you
for transmitters.

You're clean.

You understand,
a man of my position

has to take precautions.

Yeah. You never know
who's listening.

Exactly.

I don't know about you,
but I always feel

like I'm being watched.

Come on, Martin.
Let's get to it.

What's going on here?

You know as well
as I do, colonel.

I don't.

Carter: Ok, here we go.

If he's got a driver's license.

We should be able to find him.

You know, I've never been
on a stakeout before.

Shouldn't we have, like,
donuts or something?

A top secret government program

involving instantaneous travel
to other solar systems

by means of a device
known as a Stargate.

Sounds like a good idea
for atv show...

If you're into
that sort of thing.

Colonel, let's not play games.

If it isn'ttrue, then why
would you come all this way?

Ok. The truth.

There is atop secret
government program

called "proj ect Stargate."

I knew it!

But it has nothing to do
with space travel.

What does it have to do with?

Magnets.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Nope. I've already
said too much.

Colonel, you're not
taking this seriously!

No, I'm not.

I need help

why? What seems to be—...

I have to go
th rough the Stargate.

Marty, I told you—— no!

I mean it!

I've come to realize
thati don't belong here.

For the longest time,
iwas obsessed

with all those
alien conspiracies:

Crop circles, cow mutilations,

the Apollo cover—up...

I thought the lunar
landings were a hoax.

No, that was a story
created by the government

to direct attention
from the real cover—up

everybody knows that.

Anyway, one day, I'm online,

and I find this
conspiracy chat room,

and they're talking about

something called the Stargate.

Most of it was disinformation,

but the word "Stargate"
stuck in my head.

Ittriggered whati later realized

was a suppressed memory.

You see, colonel O'Neill,
the truth is

I'm not just interested
in outer space...

I'm fromouter space.

Check, please.

Carter: We've got something.

That's him. Martin Lloyd.

Brown hair, Hazel eyes.

Looks like he's got
a criminal record.

He was arrested for
protesting outside atv station.

He claimed
subliminal advertising

was controlling his thoughts.

Do you have a current address?

Oh, yeah.

I could get the prescription
of his glasses if iwanted.

So, you still don't believe me?

I'm an alien!

Ahh. you look pretty human to me.

No. What I believe

is that thousands of years ago,

people were taken from earth.

Maybe as part of some
experiment, maybe as slaves,

who knows?

But the point is, there are
entire civilizations up there

descended from
those original humans.

Now, that's just crazy talk.

You want proof?

I can give you proof.

I can show you my ship

look, Marty, I'm a busy man,
and you don't strike me

as any great threat
to national security...

But as you know,

it never hurts to be thorough.

So...

Show me.

Marty Lloyd: It's just
over the next Ridge.

The ship's mostly buried,
but I know exactly where it is.

Marty, what makes you think

you can trust me with all this?

I can't explain it, colonel.
I just have a gut feeling.

Like we have
something in common.

Well, that's very flattering,

but I'm not an alien.

I know that.
It's something else.

Here, up here.

Carter: This is it.

Jackson: Nice place.

Hello?

Carter: Oh, boy.

Jackson: Something tells me we
don't need to worry about this guy.

Except for the fact
that he happens to be

very close to the truth.

He looks familiar.

It would appear this weapon
is ineffective.

Oh, hello.

Sam, you're gonna want
to take a look at this.

Whoa, that's quite a collection.

Tranquilizers, anti—depressants,

anti—psychotics.

Looks like our friend here
was being treated

for a number of different
psychiatric problems.

Yeah. Why doesn't
that surprise me?

Marty, we've been walking
around for half an hour.

I don't understand it. The
clearing where I landed

should be around here somewhere.

How do you lose a spaceship?

Well, my memory isn't so good.

Sometimes,
I get a little confused.

I think it might be
the medication.

Yeah, well, there you go.

Hey, listen.

I'm going back to the car.

No, wait! You can't! Please!

It's around here, I know it is!

Marty, listen to me!
There is no spaceship!

You're not an alien.

You don't understand!

I get that a lot.

Come on.

I'll drive you back to town.

Find anything?

Oh, yeah, it's a diary.
Take a look at this.

Um, April 12:

"Someone's been going
through my garbage.

Suspect c.I.A.
Must take precautions."

May 2: "Comb missing.

Suspect c.I.A. Has stolen it to
acquire genetic identification."

Uh, June 26:
"Comb found behind dresser.

"Disposed of
in case of tampering.

Bought new comb.
39 cents at shop"

I'm telling you, this is, like,
a complete waste of time.

This guy's got
paranoid delusions.

What do we got?

Man: Activity in the house.

Looks like Martin's
got visitors.

That's not all. See the big guy?

Watch what happens
when I go to thermoscan.

Definitely not human.

Man: Come in.

Sir?

I have the results of the
tests done on the medication

that major Carter took
from Martin's house.

That was fast.

Preliminary analysis done

in a lab in Montana;
They faxed it over.

There are some anomalies.

Meaning?

Several unidentifiable
chemicals were present.

I believe that the drugs
may have been tampered with.

For what purpose?

I can't say.

I mean, for all we know,
the medication may be

the cause
for his delusional state.

I'll mention that
to colonel O'Neill.

The name of the psychiatrist

who prescribed the drugs
was on the label.

I must say, your phone call
pioued my curiosity.

I don't often get requests
for information

from the military.

Well, this concerns

a particular patient of you rs—...

Martin Lloyd.

Oh, I see.

Of course, you understand
that doctor—patient privilege

prohibits me from discussing
the case history of my clients.

This is a matter of national
security, dr, Tanner.

That privilege doesn't
exist in this case.

National security
involving Martin?

Ha, I find that hard to believe.

Why do you say that?

Let's put it this way—...

People like Martin
sometimes compensate

for their feelings
of insignificance

by creating elaborate fantasies,

in which they are the center
and focus of all attention.

These people are
usually harmless,

although often, they try and
draw others into their delusions.

That's what's happened here.

Marty: Colonel O'Neill!

Colonel O'Neill,
are you in there?

Martin?

Martin: Please!
I have to see you!

Oh! So good you're here.

You have no idea what's—...

Who's he?

Ah, my friend... Murray.

You trust him?

Oh, yeah.

I guess it's ok for me, then.

Good. Glad you're comfortable.

Don't you wanna know
how! Found you?

Uh, ok.

I noticed... in your car
there was a map

from the sleep—rite motel chain.

I checked every one in town.

There's two.

I'm surprised a man
in your position

wouldn'ttake more precautions

to maintain your cover.

Marty, I'm not undercover.

You think I'm
making this all up.

Look atthis.

Yes. It all makes sense now.

I propped it up against
the inside of my door.

When I got home,
it was on the ground,

meaning... someone was there.

If you prop it up against
the inside of the door,

how do you get out?

Th rough the window.

You think I'm so stupid,

I'd go out my own front door?

So, you leave
the window unlocked?

Yeah, but I put a hair

on the inside
of the window sill.

Now, if that's gone
when I get back—...

Marty!

The point is someone was
there! They're after me!

You have to help me, please.

I'm running out of time.

What do you want?

I want to go home.

You have to take me
th rough the Stargate.

Dr. Tanner, it may be true
that Martin is delusional,

but there are still some
unanswered questions here.

Such as?

Well, he seems to be
taking a lot of medication.

No more than necessary.

Carter: Doxepin, haloperidol,

perphenazine, lithium, valium...

Major, please.

I don't have time to discuss

the benefits of
psychopharmocology.

This interview is over.

Dr. Tanner,

we obtained samples
of Martin's medication

and ran an analysis.

Apparently, the drugs
have been laced

with some indeterminate
chemicals.

That's absurd!
There must be some mistake.

The tests were very thorough.

I don't know
anything about this.

I mean, I just write
the prescriptions,

I don't make the drugs.

We're not accusing
you of anything,

we're just looking for answers.

You realize
that this investigation

is only going
to fuel Martin's paranoia.

We don't have a choice.

And we are going
to get to the bottom

of this with
or without your help.

I... don't know
what else I can tell you.

Does he have any friends
or relatives we can contact?

Anyone else?

This is his work address.

It's the best I can do.

I knew it would come to this.

They're gonna do tests on me,

andthen they're gonna dissect me

like one of those demented
high school biology experiments!

Marty, take it easy.

I'm never gonna get home.

I wanna go home! Sit!

You've gotta relax.

Nobody's gonna do
anything to you, I promise.

Now, if, and I stress
the word if,

there is such athing,

what makes you think
your way home

is through this... Stargate?

I... i——I don't know.

I, uh, I get
these ideas——flashes.

It's a little confusing,
actually.

I don't even know for sure
why I want to go.

It's just a feeling...
Like I'm somebodythere.

Like——like there's something
important for me to do there.

More important
than anything I do here.

C—can I have a glass of water?

Yeah.

Let me see those.

You should go easy on this.

But... just for a while.

Trust me.

What about the symbols?

What symbols?

It's one of the things
I see in the flashes.

There's 7 of them.

I wrote th em down.

Hello?

This is the place?

Yeah.

This is the address he gave us.

But, uh...

It doesn't really look

like anybody's... place of work.

There's no one here.

Except for the guys with guns.

This is totally unfair.

Just 'cause I'm
from another planet,

I don't have rights?

I mean, doesn't
the Geneva convention

cover extraterrestrials?

I have to remember
to go online and lookthat up

Carter's not
answering her phone.

Should they not have
contacted us by now?

Yep.

You know, guys,

ithink itwould
be a really good idea

if itook some
of my medication now.

I don't think so.

The thing is, if I go too long

without it, I tend to get

a little... nervous.

No, really.

Marty? Sit down.

Let's...

Talk about these symbols.

They mean something, don't they?

Right now,

I need you to think
very carefully.

Where did you see them?

I told you, I have these visions.

I don't know
where they come from.

Maybe it has something to do

with my implant.

Excuse me?

They put an implant

in my head—— I always thought

they were sending me signals.

To whom are you referring?

You know——th em.

The secret government?

Th—the new world order?

Black helicopters,
underground bases?

Don't you guys read the papers?

Marty, for god's sake—...

You don't believe me.

My neurologist didn't
believe me, either,

but that's only because
the implant is so small,

it can't be read
on a normal x—ray.

This is going nowhere.

I'm gonna go look
for Carter and Daniel.

Keep an eye on him.

Hey.

Where are you going?

Murray?

Ok. Let's keep this simple.

Who are you?

Who are you?

We're the guys with the guns,

which means you answer
our questions.

So, once again, who are you?

I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson.

This is major Samantha Carter.

We're with the air force.

What are you doing here?

Classified.

What do you know
about Martin Lloyd?

Never heard of him.

Yesterday, you were conducting
an illegal search of his house.

No, we weren't.

So, who are you guys, really?

C.i.a? N.I.D.?

What do you know
about Martin Lloyd?

Can I come out yet?

No.

Psychiatrist's office
was completely empty.

Like no one had ever been there.

So what now, O'Neill?

I got some people on it.

Where's Marty?

He became insistent

in his demands for medication.

Martin: Uh, Murray?

Listen, uh...

I'm really sorry
itried to fightyou,

and I realize it was totally

out of line, but, uh...

I was wondering

if maybe I could come out now?

Or——or I could
just stay in here?

Th—that's good, too.

It's just... i'm
getting a little dizzy.

I don't get it.

How does a nut job like that

get a set of gate coordinates?

Marty?

Martin? You all right?

Oh, crap.

Marty? Marty!

Come on, Marty.

In hindsight, perhaps
we should have given him

his medication, O'Neill.

Martin: Colon El—...

I remember where my ship is.

We know you were
in Martin's house

because we have you on video.

What can you tell us about him?

He's an associate.

Oh, we know that. We also know

that he's not from around here.

Not from Montana?

Ithinkyou know what I mean.

We should have turned left
at the bottom of the ravine

instead of turning right.

You now believe Martin's
correct about his spaceship?

No. But he's the closestthing

we've got to a lead
on Carter and Daniel.

After you, Murray.

This is it!

I told you——
This is the clearing!

The ship is
around here somewhere.

But remember,
it's mostly buried.

So keep your eyes open
and watch your step. Ah!

This is it.

I knew it was here.

I knew it!

I'm not crazy.

Man: The material the
object is made from

is definitely not terrestrial.

I used sonar to getthe
general size and shape,

and I've enhanced the image

by extrapolating from
the exposed portion—...

It should look
something like this.

It's approximately

by 10 feetwide.

That's not right.

It's too small, that
can't be my ship.

There's another ship outthere?

Could it be an escape pod?

That's it.

There must have been
some kind of malfunction.

We abandoned the ship
and came down in the pod.

We?

There's more of you?

How many more?

I'm not sure.

It can't be too many, sir.

From the size of thatthing,

I'd say 4, maybe 5, Max.

All this time, ithought

the government was watching me.

What if it was the others?

What would these others want?

I don't know.

Maybe they're afraid.

They don't want to be exposed.

If that is the case,

then these others may indeed be
responsible for the disappearance

of Daniel Jackson
and major Carter.

So you're telling me this man

is an ordinary
technical sergeant?

I wouldn't say ordinary.

He's very good at what he does.

What's his area of expertise?

Speechwriter.

What about this?

Oh, that's very good.

Did you draw that yourself?

What is it?

That's a duck, isn't it?

We'll just wait here.

Our home world was under attack.

We were sent out to find allies,

but when we got here,
we realized

you weren't advanced
enough to help us.

Oh, we have our moments.

The enemy was too powerful.

They wanted to make us slaves.

They wanted us
to worship them, like gods.

The Goa'uld?

Yes. That's it.

Show him.

The enemy of which you speak

enslaved my people—...

Murdered my father,

and banished mywife and
child from our people.

I am branded

with the symbol
of this false god.

Murray...

Man: Colonel?

We've completed
the radiation sweep

we're ready to open the hatch.

All right, let's do it.

Wait, wait. You can't.

The pod has remote sensors.

If you penetrate the hull,

they're gonna know about it.

Perhaps this can be used
to our advantage, O'Neill.

I don't get this.

These guys know
what a symbiote is,

but if they were really n.I.D.,

th ey'd know that Teal'c
isn't a security threat.

I don't know.

It's why I hate working
for the government.

Every department
has its own agenda,

its own little secrets.

Man: Very true, dr.Jackson.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I could see that one coming.

I understand your
reluctance to cooperate.

In situations like this,

information's on a
need—to—know basis.

The fact of the matter is,

we're running out of time.

I'm running out of Patience.

And I really need to know.

You're not
a real doctor, are you?

Looks like the experiment's
been discovered.

What do we do?

Getthe Van.

Going for a ride?

Not exactly.

Marty: This is not a good idea.

Did I mention
this is not a good idea?

I don't exactly appreciate

being used as bait.

Hang in there, Marty.

And stop talking
into your lapel.

Oh, it's easy for you guys.

All nice and cozy
back in your Van,

eating your crullers
and your bear claws.

I'm the one standing out here,

risking my—...

We got company.

I must say, Martin,

this is very disappointing.

You stopped taking your
medication, didn't you?

I'm not crazy.

And you're not a psychiatrist.

You see this?

This is what brought us here.

I know it, I remember now.

Martin, you've really made

a mess of things this time.

Nice Van. What do
you call that color?

Kind of a grayish green, huh?

Just get in.

Right. They're moving.

So, you gonna drug me again?

Well, obviously,
that didn't work.

I'm afraid we're
going to have to take

more drastic measures.

You're not gonna kill me?

You know how many people

know about this now?

What about major Carter?

And Dr. Jackson?

You gonna kill all of us?

We're gonna do
what we have to do.

This isn't right.

I know you. I know all of you.

We were on the ship together.

We're soldiers, not murderers.

That's why you
drugged me instead

of killing me,
in the first place.

Martin.

It's not too late.

Our people are at war.

They need us.

Martin, I hate
to see you like this.

You're my best agent.

I was never any kind of agent.

You're just saying that

'cause you think I'm bugged.

Well, aren't you?

No, of course not.

This whole government
agency thing—...

It's just a cover.

We're all really aliens, right?

With all the secrecy
and all the lies...

It's easy to get confused.

I'm not confused.

I know who I am.

Why are you guys doing this?

Why don't you just
admit who we are.

We can all just go home.

Th ey have a Stargate.

They stopped. Getto him.

Seal off the area.

No one in or out.

Carter?

Sir?

You all right?

Yeah.

Mmm!

Oh, Murray,
am I glad to see you.

Where are your friends?

I'm not sure.

Sergeant,

any sign of the targets?

Sergeant: Negative, sir.

They just disappeared?

They're aliens, right?

I have more evidence.

Look.

What's that?

A mobile computing device.

I snuck it out of Tanner's bag.

It has multiple functions, see?

Uh—oh.

What?

Guys, we better get out of here.

This thing is countin' down.

O'Neill: Clear the area!

Well?

That's weird.

I'm sure this is a countdown

for some sort of detonation.

Exactly. This is
just like I remember.

Chevron 7 is locked.

He was right.
It's an active gate.

Sending the malp through.

I remember everything now.

There was no malfunction.

What are you talking about?

When we abandoned the ship,

we did it deliberately.

We were losing the war.

We're deserters.

After a while,

I realized what we'd done wrong.

I wanted to go home,

but the others were afraid.

So they gave you the drugs.

They're not bad guys.

They're just hiding.

Woman on loudspeaker:
Receiving malp telemetry.

You're gonna...

Hunt them down, aren't you?

Not me.

But the military?
The government?

I don't think anyone's
gonna find 'em.

General Hammond
says you're a go.

Really? Yeah.

It's safe, but, uh...
You're not gonna like it.

They were right.

If we'd gone back,
we'd be dead now.

I'm sorry, Martin.

So, now what?

We go home.