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Carter: Hon, I am so sorry.

It's all right.

Now, if you were this late—— Honey, I know how busy you are.

Don't worry about it. Ok?

Besides, it's a beautiful day to wait.

And wait.

Have you eaten?

Yeah, I'm sorry, honey. I had to.

I'm scheduled to be offworld at 13:30.

What?

I just found out.

I thought for sure this time.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

They said it isn't either one of us.

We just have to keep trying.

Notthat I mind trying.

I just thought we'd be working on our second child by now.

Me, too.

Walk me to the terminal?

Maybe we should get a second opinion.

The aschen are hundreds of years

more advanced in medicine than we are.

So, how long will you be gone?

Ah, well, I have to visit

that new embassy on the southern continent,

I have to tour the 9 planets, and—— you're kidding.

Of course I'm kidding.

I couldn't miss your anniversary ceremony tomorrow, hon.

No, it's no big deal. Ah, it's no big deal.

If it wasn't for you,

we'd have never even metthe aschen.

I'll be back tonight, ok?

Outbound travelers to the confederation plan ets

please stand by in the departure area.

Bye.

Bye.

Man: About face.

Order arms!

Man on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,

the president of the United States.

My fellow Americans.

10 years ago this very day,

ateam code—named sg—I, then working in secret,

came upon an alien race, the aschen.

And with that introduction,

I was able to forge the greatest alliance

this country, indeed, this world has ever known.

President: I read now

from colonel Jack O'Neill's mission report

of that first contact.

"These folks sound too good to be true.

"Willing to share their science andtechnology.

"Friendly, smarter than we are.

"One thing's for sure: The Goa'uld are coming.

The aschen could save our asses."

Well, guess what, Jack?

They did.

President: Jack O'Neill could not be here today,

but those candid words,

hurriedly scratched down in a mission report 10 years ago,

were prescient.

Membership in the aschen confederation

guarantees the security, the health, and the future of

every human being on god's earth.

Dr. Samantha Carter. Dr. Daniel Jackson. Teal'c.

Would you please step forward?

Though our nation's business has kept me from

being with you in person,

nonetheless, iwantto thank you from the bottom of my heart

for what you have done for me and for our country.

God bless you all.

Man: Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

To general Hammond.

All: To general Hammond.

I miss him. Especially today.

Yeah, how long has it been, anyway?

It has been

which reminds me, what was Jack's excuse?

I expected to see him here.

O'Neill has made his feelings very clear

concerning the aschen alliance.

Well, he could have come to see us.

Well, I almost didn't come myself.

What? It's easier for you, Daniel.

I mean, your job wasn't made obsolete

and if——mollem.

Forgive me for interrupting.

Ambassador, the aschen delegation is eager to hear about

your visit to our south continent.

Yep, be my pleasure.

Well, ithinkwe can safely assume I'll be late.

Doctors, Teal'c. Congratulations again.

So. Where are we going?

I had planned to return to chulak.

Oh, come on, Teal'c. We haven't seen each other in ages. Please.

Very well.

Dinner? Sounds great.

Dinner. Great to see you.

I'll see you soon.

So. What?

What was that? What was what?

Going on again about being obsolete.

Think about it, Sam.

I mean, look, we've all taken the anti—aging vaccine,

the anti—cancer vaccine, and now,

the aschen have these medical machines

that can reverse tissue damage

and mend broken bones.

I mean, where does that leave me?

I guess when you put it that way, I know what you mean.

I mean, half the time the science they're talking about is

so far over my head, I feel like a lab assistant.

Ah, but you have something to do.

Yeah.

Ok, enough of that. Tell me,

by any chance, are you and Joe...

Not yet.

They say it isn't either one of us.

We just have to keep trying.

You know, they still let me keep an office in Washington

even though I have nothing to do,

so I'd be more than happy to give you a checkup.

No, they said iwas fine.

Sam, the medicine I practiced may seem like the dark ages now,

but I was your doctor for a long time.

How long have you been trying?

Almost 3 years.

Yes.

When can we do this?

Hey, sorry to keep you waiting,

but I just wanted to double—check my results.

And I'm fine, right?

Sam, I don't know how your aschen doctor could have missed it,

and frankly, I just don'tthink it's possible he could have.

What?

You can't have children.

They said everything was normal.

In every other way, it is.

Then this is a mistake.

Here. Let me show you the scan.

There's no room for interpretation.

Clearly, your ovaries are damaged.

Why?

I don't know.

I don't know what may have caused it

or when it may have happened,

but obviously it was sometime—— no.

I want to know why the aschen doctors

looked me in the eye and told me that I was ok.

Why did they lie to me?

I don't know.

But I'm willing to help you find out.

I've been waiting.

Sorry.

Is there something wrong?

No.

All right.

We're still not finding the necessary material

to initiate the conversion.

Well, we'll just have to find a way

to collapse it faster. Revise the calculations.

Interesting.

Am iwrong?

Oh, no, no. You're absolutely correct.

It's just that a year or so ago,

you never thought this project was possible,

and now you seem so... determined.

You've convinced me.

Did your people ever imagine

converting a planet into a star?

No, I doubt it.

I should think you would've at least considered it,

given the rapid growth of your population

and the viability of the planet.

Well, humans just don't think quite as far ahead

as the aschens seem to.

All right, since you are so determined,

revise the calculations.

If I use our computers, it'll take weeks.

On the other hand, if I can interface with the aschen computer core...

You know that's strictly for aschen personnel.

It's not like you haven't given me access before.

Samantha, why do I let you talk me into this?

There. You have core access.

Thank you, mollem.

Are you in?

Not yet.

The medical subcore has its own code

you're not going to be able to access.

I'm in, I'm in. Now what?

It's calling for search parameters.

Right. Try medical records.

I don'tthink I'm going to find

anything specific to me in here.

So maybe this has happened to some other people.

Do a general search,

human reproductive statistics.

That's it.

You can read this?

Oh, that can't be right.

If I'm reading this properly,

the worldwide birth rate has dropped almost 91 %

in the last 2 years. What?

Well, that's what it says right here.

These are the aschen numbers.

Yeah, but we would know.

It's happening everywhere the anti—aging vaccine has gone.

Turn it off.

They're doing it systematically.

Just turn it off. Please.

Ok. We can't letthem know we know.

Mollem leaves me alone for hours at a time.

Sam, you're on the inside.

You don't see them the same way I do.

Janet, they have done this to us deliberately.

We have to do something.

I know, but we can't talk about it here.

We'll talk tonight at the restaurant,

ok? I have to go.

You guys, ithink it would be public knowledge

if something this catastrophic was happening to the entire population.

Would it?

The aschen can convert plan ets into stars.

You don'tthinkthey could control the media if they wanted to?

Assuming the aschen can keep something this big a secret.

It's been ioyears. Why now?

We were completely taken in.

This way, they didn't have to fire a shot.

It's slow, methodical, painless.

Ok, then why provide avaccine

that almost doubles the human lifespan?

That doesn't make any sense.

Unless that's the mechanism they use to sterilize the population.

They're certainly patient enough.

All they have to do is wait.

Then within 200 years,

there will be very few, if any, humans remaining.

The aschen will have this world to themselves.

Well, we have to do something.

I—I—I don't know. I mean, tell somebody.

The night before general Hammond died, he called me

and he said he needed to speakto me

about something very important,

something that he couldn't discuss over the phone.

The next day itold the aschen doctors,

I said, this is impossible.

He could not have died of a heart attack.

He was in perfect health.

But they said their diagnostic machines were infallible.

You believe he was murdered.

At the time, no.

I believed, like everybody else,

the aschen were our saviors.

So we can't tell anyone.

We have to keep this to ourselves.

Well, I have to tell Joe.

Maybe you shouldn't.

Daniel, if you're even suggesting that he knows—...

I'm just saying that it's all of our lives that are at stake here.

Yes. He can help us.

How? Say he goes to the president.

The president goes to the rest of the world.

Even if what's left of every army on earth mobilizes,

what are they going to do?

Fight back.

They would be defeated, as were the Goa'uld.

We have to think of something else.

Like what?

I don't know. Contact the tollan.

Find the survivors of the tok'ra.

I mean, there have to be some outthere.

Teal'c, what about the Jaffa?

Very few remain loyal to the tau'ri since the war's end.

There are a few symbiotes available for implantation.

We don't even control the Stargate.

God, what have we done?

This morning we were celebrating...

Now I wish we could take it all back.

Will there be anything else?

Apparently not.

Thank you.

Maybe we can. Take it back.

How?

General Hammond showed us.

He left us a note.

What? What are you talking about?

A number of years ago,

a freak accident sent us back to 1969.

We know that by dialing coordinates that are

precisely on the opposite side of the sun

at the exact moment of a solar flare,

it causes the wormhole to turn back

towards earth on itself

and it creates atime distortion.

Now, th eoretically,

we could send ourselves a message.

Wait a second. I thought you said it was impossible

to predict the exact moment of a solar flare.

For us, yes, it was.

But with access to the aschen computer—...

Fraiser: Oh, ok, wait a second here.

We are considering changing the lives

of the entire human race on earth.

Do we have that right?

If we don't,

then we will live to see the end

of the entire human race on earth.

Hi.

Hi.

So this is the place you keptthreatening to take me.

It's good to see you, sir.

I'm retired, Carter. Lose the "sir."

Right.

Jack.

What are you doing here?

It turns out we made a mistake.

A big one.

Which one? We made a few.

Our alliance with the aschen.

Oh, that. Not working out, is it?

Gosh, I wish I'd seen that coming.

Oh, wait. I did see that coming.

It isn't what you thought.

A couple of days ago, I found out

that I can't ever have children.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So was I.

According to the aschen doctors, iwas fine,

but not according to Dr. Fraiser.

We got into the aschen computer network.

They keep statistics on everything.

In the last couple of years, without our even knowing it,

they have managed to sterilize over 90% of the world's population.

The other 10% are probably just a matter of time.

Now, we don't know how they've done it,

or how th ey've even managed to keep it a secretthis long—...

So what do you want me to do about it?

Help us.

Do what?

We can undo this.

Oh, here we go.

We send a message through the Stargate

to ourselves

we stop this from ever happening.

Stop this from happening.

We know it's possible.

Why am I having this conversation?

We know what we have to do.

I am almost positive

that with the aschen computer and solar observatory,

I can predictthe flare within a few hours of its happening.

And we should be able to get our hands on a g.D.O.

So it'll come down to accessing the gate within that window,

dialing the right address,

and sending the message.

Well, if it just comes down to that, do it.

Look, if ithought it was going to be easy,

I wouldn't be standing here asking for your help

just out of curiosity, say we do th is.

What happens to everything that's happened in the past 10 years?

It won't happen.

So we don't go to p4c 970.

We don't meetthe aschen. Then... what?

I don't know.

Let me tell you something, Carter.

You want to erase your mistakes?

That's your business. My conscience is clear.

I warned everybody.

Ithrew up the red flag

and everybody, including you, shut me down.

I'm asking you to putthat behind us.

You're not happy with the way things turned out?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Personally, I like things the way they are.

No more saving the world, just a nice pond

with no pesky fish in it,

and the single most pressing issue in my life

is whether or not to get a dog.

There are a lot of pros and cons to consider.

Jack, I'm talking about the future of the human race.

So was I.

We're doing this.

Let me know how itturns out.

Our chances are a lot better

with you than without you.

Let me ask you something.

What does your dearly beloved ambassador

say about all this?

I haven't had a chance to tell him.

Maybe he can help you.

Yeah.

We're on our own.

You're kidding me. He said no.

It is unfortunate.

We can still do this. Did you track down the g.D.O.S?

Uh, yes and no.

From what I can gather from the museum records,

there's only one original remote

left on display at the s.G.C.

Ok, well, that's our next stop.

Teal'c, you should return to chulak.

We don't want to arouse any more suspicion than we already have.

It'll take at least 2 days,

but we'll contact you when it's time.

I will be prepared.

All righty, everyone.

Everyone please step all the way out.

We've arrived at level 28.

Can anyone guess at what special room is on this floor?

The gate room.

That's very, very close. Anyone else?

Um, he's right. It's the gate room.

Well, what I'm sure many of you don't know

is that officially it was known as the "embarkation room,"

because that's where the sg teams "embarked" from.

Ok, now we're walking. This way.

Andthese people comprise the famous sg—1,

arguably th e most important,

although not my personal favorite,

team of the entire command.

And we're walking.

While, of course, the real Stargate is in Washington

at the j.R. Reed space terminal,

this one is a perfect replica of the original.

Should you want photos, they are $27 each,

and please do nottouch the Stargate itself,

as you'll leave fingerprints.

See you on the other side!

This is ridiculous.

We couldn't break away until there were more people around.

Once we're in the control room.

Not her personal favorite sg team?

Just don't ask for the photo.

And we're walking.

Hey. Thanks for showing.

We decided to take the last tour of the day.

So, when did you decide against getting a dog?

I'm still thinking about it.

In the meantime, I did a little shopping

on your behalf.

The zats are completely operational.

This, however, presents a problem.

It's a replica.

Daniel, was this the only one?

Excuse me.

You people aren't supposed to be—...

Colonel O'Neill?

Sergeant.

What are you doing here?

I——I work here now.

Sort of the operations tech advisor.

Oh, well you're doing a great job.

Uh, this section's closed off.

Are you here for old times' sake?

That's it exactly.

Where did you getthose?

The zats?

Armory. We're taking them.

Oh, no, no, I—...

Carter: Sergeant.

Please. This is really important.

Do you know where our real g.D.O.S went?

I'm not a sergeant anymore, and you're not colonels.

And you're not supposed to have that remote either.

Oh, that's good, because actually,

we don't want that one, we want the real one.

It's in the white house, in the oval office,

on the president's desk.

Kinsey grab a souvenir on the way down?

Look, guys, I don't know what—— uh...

Walter.

Right nowi need you to trust us.

Justturn around, walk away,

pretend we weren't even here.

I'll bring everything back, I promise.

Thursday.

Then you'll tell me what's going on?

Absolutely everything.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thursday.

Ok, last time iwas in the oval office I got kicked out.

Can we do without the g.D.O.?

Radio?

There's an e.M. Dampening field around the terminal,

part of the automated defenses.

So, we're about as far back in time as we're going to go?

Ithinki can get it.

Joe?

He's a good guy.

If you tell him, there'll be no going back.

Of course, if you don'ttell him, there'll be no going back.

He'll do it.

I know he will.

Joe: Sam?

Hey, honey. How are you feeling?

You went out this morning

before I had a chance to say good—bye.

I'm fine.

Mollem said you left the lab early,

you were feeling kind of ill.

Honey, you're just depressed.

We'll just keep trying, all right?

No, we can't, Joe.

Nobody can.

What are you talking about?

I think this is the note we should send.

That's it?

I thought about including more information,

but I think in this case, the simpler the better.

Why don't we just stick one in a rock andthrow it through?

It would never make it through the automated defenses.

Can we at least mention who won the super bowl in 2004?

No.

World series? No.

Grey cup?

I put it in my own han dwriting,

so I'll be able to recognize it

when I read it.

Ithinkwe should all write a note of our own.

In case I don't make it to the gate,

you can keep trying.

Honey, you're wrong.

I sawthe numbers, Joe.

The aschen doctor said you were fine.

This isn'tjust about me.

I read this right from an aschen terminal.

Mollem gave me access to work on something else.

The birth rate has been cut over 90%.

Oh, my god.

It's supposed to be athird of that.

You knew?

The aschen insisted on it. Oh, my god—...

Honey, they see further ahead than we do.

They knew that if we didn't limit growth—...

Is that what you call this?

Well, obviously this is not what we agreed to.

I can't believe this.

We didn't have a choice, Sam.

You sold us out.

You thinkthis was my decision?

You could have told me.

Come on, Sam. You know how it works.

Before the alliance,

you spent most of your adult life in secrecy.

Oh, please. That was different.

Sam, it's the same.

No. It's exactly the same.

Our population was unsustainable.

Without drastic measures,

the aschen didn'tthink we were worth investing in.

Obviously th ey went too far,

buti can't believe they did this deliberately.

There must be some sort of

reverse medical procedure that th ey have.

You still don't get it.

Sooner or later, the Goa'uld would have wiped us out.

Would you prefer that?

The aschen way is slower. That's all.

They're not limiting growth, they're...

I——I have to talk to the president. I...

Yes, you do.

But not about this.

I need you to take this Iris remote

and change it with the one

on the president's desk without getting caught.

And bring the other one back to my lab.

I need you to do this first thing tomorrow.

How am I going to do that?

Just come up with some excuse.

I don't care.

But you can't say one word

about what we've talked about,

or they will kill you.

Is it hot in here?

This is a real—time representation of the actual sun,

recorded by aschen satellites all over the solar system.

How do you use itto predict a solar flare?

Well, I've been studying aschen knowledge of

solar dynamics for the Jupiter ignition project.

And there are significant changes

just beneath the surface of the sun

preceding a flare that are detectable

by the satellite net.

Look right here.

If my calculations are correct,

there should be a flare in about 5 seconds.

That's it.

Now all we need is for the computer

to predict another flare.

You got your travel papers for chulak?

Yeah. All set.

Give th is to Teal'c.

It's the coordinates he'll need. Okay.

Joe's here.

Ambassador.

I knew you'd have something to do with this.

Did you get it?

Yes.

Thank you.

What are you going to do with it?

Send a message.

To who?

To whom.

Let's have it.

I'll hand it over

if you give me your word that Samantha will play no part in this.

I can't do that.

It's in a briefcase at the customs office at Stargate terminal.

They've been instructed not to release it without my authorization.

Your word.

We need her to pull this off.

Well, whatever it is,

you'll have to do without Sam.

Joe, unless 1—— This is not negotiable.

You don't want to tell me what's going on, that's fine.

But if it involves g.D.O.S, then it involves the Stargate,

and that terminal is the last heavily defended place on this planet.

I will not let you risk Sam's life.

You won't have backup

we won't need it.

Uh, the sun's beeping.

We have a flare prediction.

57 minutes from now.

Is that enough time?

It'll have to do.

Thank you.

If you can manage,

give us enough time to get away from here.

The message goes in 6 minutes.

Sam wanted me to wish you luck.

Give her my best.

Outgoing travelers to chulak,

please stand by in the departure area.

All right, let's go.

I'm staying. You go if you want to.

Come on, Sam. We've got to go. Joe, don't.

Sam, listen. We'll work this out, all right?

But right now I think it's best for the both of us

if we're very far away from here.

If they manage to do this,

it will not matter where we are.

Colonel O'Neill?

Melon.

Mollem.

Mollem. Sorry, it's the war, you know.

You didn't come to the anniversary celebration.

What's to celebrate, I say.

Surely the asch en have proven

your earlier misgivings erroneous,

for all we've done.

Yes, you've certainly done your part.

What brings you here?

Well, you know my friend, Teal'c.

I missed him at the celebration.

He's coming into town. I bought him a hat.

Incoming travelers from chulak.

Please stand clear of the arrival area.

Right on time.

I'm sorry, sir, but weapons are not allowed.

It's just arch eological equipment.

This happens every time.

We carry these for ceremonial purposes only.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to let me have it.

Very well.

What's happening?

Terrorist attack in progress.

Please evacuate the building immediately.

Terrorist attack in progress.

Please evacuate immediately.

Sam! Sam!

Joe: Shut down the system!

I'm the con federation ambassador.

Shut down the system!

No!

Incoming traveler.

Who is it?

It's... sg—1, sir.

Hello.

How can that be?

Let's find out.

Defense teams stand by.

Open the Iris.

Hammond: Stand down.

What is it?

Well?

You tell me.

"Under no circumstances go to p4c 970.

Colonel Jack O'Neill."

That looks like your handwriting.

It is my handwriting.

And it's my signature.

Though you sent no such note.

Nope.

Sir, may I?

That looks like blood, sir,

have it analyzed.

General, wasn't 970 on our mission list?

It was. Not anymore. I'm not taking any chances.

I want p4c 970

removed from the dialing computer immediately.

Dismissed.

I wonder why you sent it.

Iwonder when.

Yeah. You've got to wonder.