(Grunts)
(Yelps)
All right, get out of the way. Get out of the way!
Come here! Come here!
(People grunting)
Move, move! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
This is Scott. Slow down the evac! We are coming in too hot!
Colonel, come in!
Man 1: Move it back!
Man 2: Oh, my god, where are we?
Woman 1: What is this place?
Scott: Move away from the gate!
(Groaning)
Where are we? Man 3: Where is this?
Why didn't we come through to earth?
There's no time to explain. Off to the side!
Woman 2: What's going on?
Scott: All right. Come on, come on, come on.
(People shouting)
This is Scott. Come in!
Colonel, come in!
I need a medic!
Over here!
Johansen: Can you move your fingers?
Volker: No. I think my arm's broken.
Okay, just hold your arm there and we'll put it in a sling, okay?
(Shouting continues)
(Yells)
(Panting)
(Echoing) Keep calm. Keep coming.
(Grunting)
Clear this area. There could still be more incoming.
(Grunts)
(Armstrong coughing)
Are you okay? Yeah.
We've got to move. Move!
Where the hell are we?
Greer? Where's colonel young?
He was right behind me.
(Grunts)
(People screaming)
Move. Move. Move. Scott: Quiet!
Greer: Stay calm! Move. Excuse me.
Greer: Keep it down!
Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.
Colonel? Colonel?
Don't move.
(Panting) Where are... Where are we?
I don't know, sir. Are you...
You're in charge, okay?
You're...
Sir?
(Gasps)
T.j.!
Johansen: I'm coming!
Greer: Move back, people! Coming through!
Johansen: Let's go! Move, move, move!
Greer: Get back, people.
Is he okay?
I don't know.
Wray: Get back!
Wallace! What is this place?
Look, I just did what rush told me... where is he?
I don't know. He went through ahead of me.
Rush! Rush! Eli, help me find him.
What, I...
(Engine whirring)
Man 5: What's that?
What in the hell was that?
I don't know. Look,
sergeant, I need you to get these people settled.
And you find out who and what we've got. Nobody leaves this room.
Yes, sir.
Eli! Now!
(Typing)
Eli: The core of the planet is the power source.
You have to channel it into the weapon to destroy the enemy ship.
Man: Can't do it, dude. Uh, doing it.
It's one of those programmer's jokes, a problem that can't be solved.
Already solved it. No, you didn't.
Just shut up! Watch this.
What the hell! What happened?
Nothing happened. I'm back at the beginning of the level.
You're so full of yourself. No. No, no, no. It worked.
The firing code locked in.
Whatever.
That was extremely unsatisfying.
E” Wallace?
Actually, Eli's not here right now.
Okay, okay. Whatever you guys think that I did,
I swear you got the wrong guy.
Do I look like someone who'd be standing here
if I didn't already know everything there is to know about you?
Yeah, not really.
Right.
Eli: Who are you?
Dr. Nicholas rush. May we come in?
You just spent a great deal of time recently
playing an online fantasy game called prometheus.
(Laughs)
Big brother's got nothing better to do?
Last night you solved the dakara weapons puzzle.
Yeah, a month of my life went into that.
You know what happens when you solve that thing? Nothing.
We're here. Thathappened.
To complete that particular puzzle,
you had to solve a millennia-old mathematical proof,
written in another language.
For that, you've won something of a prize.
Well, whatever it is, I'll take the cash equivalent.
There isn't one.
It's a non-disclosure agreement.
Non-disclosure?
So, you guys really embedded a top-secret problem into a game,
hoping someone like me would solve it?
Yup.
So, what do you need me for now?
I assure you, it'll be worth your while to sign it.
And if I don't?
We'll beam you up to our spaceship.
(Laughs)
Right. I think I want my lawyer to look it over first.
And by "lawyer," I assume you mean "mother."
So, we'll just agree then that I will call you.
(Whooshing)
(Gasps)
What the...
Welcome aboard the Hammond, Eli.
Yes, that is planet earth, and yes, you are on a spaceship.
We need your help, Eli.
To be honest, I don't know how long it's going to take.
I should call my mom to tell her where I am.
That's probably not going to work up here.
(Chuckles) Right.
You can speak to her on the way.
There's a cover story you'll have to follow.
I'm sorry. On the way to?
To another planet, 21 light years from here.
(Stammering) I can't go. I have things that...
We know about your mother's condition.
You just know everything, don't you?
We also know that you are currently unemployed,
and that your mother's medical coverage is
an ongoing issue.
We'll see she gets the best available care while you're gone.
And if I don't sign, what? You going to erase my memory?
(Chuckles)
Something like that.
Can I get some pants?
Hello, I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson,
and behind me is a Stargate.
It was originally built millennia ago by an alien race
who we call the ancients.
Over the next few hours, we'll be touching on some of the things...
There are 39 symbols representing star constellations
as seen from earth...
When a connection is made between two Stargates,
an unstable energy vortex emerges from the gate...
Whoa!
And settles into the event horizon, or "puddle,"
as we like to call it.
Later, it was discovered that using an eighth symbol
would actually dial another galaxy in hundreds of thousands of light years
via an interstellar wormhole.
It is believed an unprecedented amount of power is required
to reach the near-mythical ninth chevron.
The first six symbols...
Icarus base was established on a planet discovered two years ago
to have a uniquely powerful core.
The entire purpose of the project is to hopefully one day
dial the nine chevron address found in the ancient database.
Hi! I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson.
Now, you've heard the term "hyperspace" for years...
Where are you?
Eli: It's top secret.
I'm serious, ma.
I can't say anything more than that.
But I don't understand. Why could you not at least tell me you were leaving?
I'm sorry, but did you get the letter from...
Yeah, the air force. I got it.
Are you in a plane now? You sound like you're in an airplane.
Uh, no. It's nothing like that.
I want you to know that they're going to look after you.
Well, you didn't have to do this.
This is good.
Really. It's the kind of thing I always dreamed of.
You mind?
No, go ahead.
Thank you.
First time on a spaceship, too?
Me? I've been on lots of various...
Eli Wallace. I know.
You've heard of me?
I have.
Wow, that almost never happens.
And you are?
Chloe. I work for Alan Armstrong.
Senator of California?
Oh, yeah, yeah. I have heard of California.
(Chuckles)
My last job was in the burger and fries field. How'd you line that up?
I was a political science major at Harvard, so...
Mmm. I hear it's a good school. For a while there I was at...
Mit. I know.
Really? What else have they told you about me?
What?
I've seen this writing before.
In the game? Yeah.
(Whirring)
Sheesh. We're on a ship?
Rush: The design is clearly ancient,
in the truest sense of the word.
Launched hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Dr. Rush?
Faster than light, yet not through hyperspace.
What are you doing?
Who knows how far it's traveled.
Dr. Rush, I've got a lot of wounded. We need to get home.
(People chattering)
(Mechanical whirring)
Johansen on rad/o: Lieutenant Scott, come in.
Go ahead.
We've got a problem. One of the air vents just shut down in here.
Copy that.
Yeah, the air's getting pretty thin in here, too.
What does that mean?
That the life support system is failing.
And we should probably do something about that.
Emily: Well, it's always just one more year.
It's a command.
Where?
It's a lot safer than other places I've been.
You've put your time in, Everett.
When this tour is over, I promise...
(Echoing) You know what? Never mind. Don't bother.
You always end up choosing somewhere other than here.
(Echoing) I am not choosing my job over you.
How you can even say... how you can even say that to me?
I love you, but I can't wait anymore. I can't wait anymore.
Everett? Are you okay? Sweetheart, baby, look at me.
(Inaudible)
Colonel? Colonel?
(Grunting)
Oh, my god.
Can't you do something?
He's having a seizure. There's nothing I can do.
(Both moaning)
On rad/o: Scott, this is colonel young. Come in, please.
Our guests have arrived a few minutes early, lieutenant.
What's your position?
Come on. Not yet. Not yet.
Lieutenant, drop whatever you're doing and get your ass up here.
I'm on my way, sir.
Holy...
Senator, it is my honor to welcome you to icarus base.
Colonel. This is my executive assistant, Chloe.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
The pleasure's mine.
She's also my daughter.
You must be the...
Contest winner, yeah. That is a big gun.
Rail gun. Five hundred rounds per minute.
This is lieutenant Scott.
He's been assigned to you, Mr. Wallace.
Shall we go inside?
Eli: Unbelievable.
Scott: Yeah, it is.
It's weird how fast you can start to take something like this for granted.
So, if a Stargate can instantly transport you to another planet,
why did we fly here on a spaceship?
Something to do with how this one's tied into the planet for power.
Apparently, it's been modified to only dial out
because incoming wormholes are too dangerous.
You're the genius. You can probably tell me better.
(Laughs) All I did was solve a puzzle in a video game.
Hey, you figured out something Dr. Rush
has been trying to figure out for months,
which, by the way, a lot of people were glad to see.
Rush: And, of course, you know colonel telford.
Ready for this, colonel?
You just give the word, sir.
Oh, I gave it quite a while ago, colonel.
I'm just here to see how my $1.6 billion is being spent.
(Rushlaughs)
Very good. Thank you, everyone.
Dismissed.
As you know, up until now,
we have been unable to channel the precise amount of power necessary
to unlock the Stargate's ninth and final chevron.
However, thanks to some ingenuity from young Mr. Wallace here,
that problem has finally been solved.
Young: We've heard that before.
This time we're sure.
That's what I figured out?
I embedded the mathematical problem we had to solve into the game.
I then engineered your solution into a practical, workable application.
What say we get on with it?
Absolutely. Sergeant Riley.
Riley: Chevron one encoded.
Sir.
(Dialing gate)
We're dialing now?
A test, to see if we can make a connection.
Riley: Chevron one locked.
If we do, we will send an automated reconnaissance drone through.
We'll see what's on the other side.
Riley: Chevron two locked.
And then they'll go?
No, first, we close down again, assess the data we receive,
and then perhaps send the away team.
If it works.
Riley: Chevron four locked.
Until then, they're just interested observers, like us.
Riley: Chevron five locked.
Chevron six encoded. Chevron six locked.
Chevron seven encoded. Chevron seven locked.
Chevron eight encoded. Chevron eight locked.
Chevron nine encoded.
Whoa, what's going on?
I don't know. We never got this far before.
Chevron nine... Chevron nine will not lock.
(Computer beeping)
We matched the power requirements down to the emu.
It must work.
Power levels in the gate capacitors are going into the red.
Shut it down. No, wait, wait, wait.
Riley: We're reading fluctuations in the output from the core...
Shut it down now.
(Gate powering down)
(Exhales)
It should have worked. Well, it didn't.
And drawing power from the planet's core...
Dangerous? Yes. We're all aware of that...
Regardless of what's been spent or what's at stake,
my first priority is to ensure the safety of the people on this base.
Of course. Of course.
Eli, we'd best run through your equations again.
If you'll excuse me.
You are not seriously putting this on me!
Not my fault.
(People clamoring)
Scott: People, you have to calm down.
Seriously, you have to calm down.
(People applauding)
Man: We got power! Woman: Thank god!
Everybody's attention, please.
All right, please listen.
Hey, listen up!
(Chattering stops)
What is going on?
We are on an ancient spaceship.
Man: What?
That's all I've got.
Now, what that means is that...
That means you need to use the Stargate to get us all back home.
That is definitely on the list of things to do, sir,
but I think right now... you can consider that an order.
We are working on it, sir.
Now, I need to speak to the person responsible for this. Where is Dr. Rush?
Just shut up for a second, will you!
How dare you talk to...
Dad? Dad, please. Woman: Medic!
Water? Water? Quickly. Over here. Get...
Chloe: Sit down.
Armstrong: (Grunting) The pills.
(Coughing)
Look, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain the situation.
We are on a ship,
but we have no idea where we are in relation to earth.
Now, with respect, sir,
the reason you might be having a hard time breathing right now
is because the ship's life-support system is not functioning properly.
Dr. Rush is working on that right now.
(All murmuring)
Brody and park?
Here. Here!
Okay, good, you two are with me.
But these consoles just came on.
No, nobody touch anything yet!
Dr. Rush needs your help.
Everybody else, just stay calm, stay put. Please.
Man: "Stay put"? Wait, what do you mean? You're just going like that?
There has to be a mistake in here somewhere.
Seriously, who uses a whiteboard anymore?
You have computers, like, everywhere around here.
The power flow was in the target range.
Why wouldn't the address connect?
Wrong address?
There is only one found in the ancient database in Atlantis.
With no other instructions?
No, but that's not the issue. It has to be your proof.
My proof works. You know how I know that it does?
Because you said so.
Gentlemen. How's it coming?
(Scoffs)
Whoa, whoa! What are you doing? Starting from the beginning.
Wait. Save! Save! Save! I can't...
Mr. Wallace, I would like you to join me for dinner in the officers' mess.
Thank you, I'm starving. We're quite close
to a breakthrough, actually. I'd like Eli to keep working.
Well, we've been here for six months. It can wait a few more hours.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So, colonel, you really have no idea
where this ninth chevron Stargate address is gonna send you?
No idea at all.
Hmm.
But the ancients built the Stargate with nine chevrons.
It's got to go somewhere.
(Scoffs)
(Marker clattering)
(Sighs)
Young: We've also known for some time that the only way
to unlock the ninth chevron was to solve the power issues.
Well, if anyone's going to solve it, I think Eli will.
Yes, that's right. It's true. I am math boy.
(People chuckling)
Dr. Rush. Dr. Rush!
Armstrong: I would like to propose a toast.
Oh, no, that's really not necessary.
Not to you.
When the proposal for this project first crossed my desk,
I did not want to approve it.
Oh, my god. It seemed clear to me at the time
that there were enough terrestrial matters of importance
that needed that kind of money.
Now, being a proud father of a beautiful young woman is one thing.
Having that young woman exceed every
possible expectation is quite another.
(Melancholy opera playing on stereo)
It was my daughter, Chloe,
who reminded me that there is no greater endeavor
than seeking an understanding of who we are,
and the mysteries of the universe in which we all exist.
Not in those exact words.
It was also her idea
to embed the ancient proof in a medium that would give us access
to brilliant young minds that we would have otherwise overlooked.
And so to all the brave men and women who have volunteered...
(Explosion)
Okay, what was that?
(Rad/o crackles)
This is young.
(Explosion)
Young: The base is under attack.
All non-combatant personnel report to your designated areas.
Everyone else to your battle stations. This is not a drill.
Senator, I need you and your daughter to go with lieutenant Scott.
Eli! You as well. Oh, yeah.
Woman: Hurry. Scott: Yeah, we're on our way.
(Soldiers clamoring)
Greer: What's going on in here?
The life-support system is on,
but for some reason, it's not working properly.
I'm attempting to reset it.
He has no idea what he's doing.
Step away from that thing. Eli: That screen says
that what you're doing is gonna overload it...
Eli, please! Is that what it says or not?
You only think you know what it says in this screen
because I embedded a rudimentary version
of the ancient language into the game.
This is not a game. Don't touch it, rush.
When the oxygen aboard this ship falls below critical level,
it will become increasingly difficult to concentrate.
And what you're doing could blow up the whole ship.
Are you sure, Eli?
Back off now or I will shoot!
Lower your weapon, sergeant!
He already screwed us once. I'm not going to let him do it again!
I need to get through, people. Stand aside.
(Alarm blaring)
Sergeant, we're under attack.
Don't know who, don't know why.
Consider the charges dropped.
Go take your anger out on them.
Yes, sir.
Young on radio: What do we got, colonel, Lucian alliance?
That would be my guess. They haven't introduced themselves.
They started shooting the minute they came out of hyperspace.
Our shields are holding, but we're not the target.
What's heading our way?
A full squadron of gliders and a troop transport.
We cut them down some, but the rest will be on your doorstep
inlessthan three minutes.
Telford, did you copy? Roger that.
If we can get to the transport before they land their troops, we stand a chance.
Rush: I am going to press that button.
It's going to fix the life support,
and then you and I, and everyone else,
will be able to breathe and think much better.
Don't do it.
Okay, look. Sergeant, I know we are in a tough situation here,
but I am giving you an order. Lower your weapon.
Vveh, isuppose that would have been too simple.
Apparently, that did nothing.
This may take a little more time, t.J. Hang in there.
Copy.
Does colonel young know about this?
He knows.
Two weeks ago you told me that this was the best experience of your life.
Something must have happened.
The scholarship came in.
I guess I've just been too afraid to admit what I really want.
(Scoffs)
Wow, you didn't tell me you had even applied.
There's nothing else going on. You know I'd tell you.
Unless you were protecting someone else.
I'm not.
Like I said, I just hadn't made up my mind.
(Computer beeping)
Riley: Dr. Rush? I'm reading a dangerous energy spike in the core.
Eli! Eli! I need your help.
With what? The ninth chevron.
What? We need to get the hell out of here.
Look, it took us two years to find this site. The properties are unique.
This may be our last chance.
(Explosion)
If this bombardment continues,
the radioactive core is going to go critical.
You mean the planet... It's going to explode?
Yes. Ah! Okay, okay, okay, okay.
If my math works... We can't assume that...
I said "if"!
Then if it works, then it's not a power supply issue,
it's the gate address.
We've known the first eight symbols for years,
the ninth has to be the point of origin.
So, what if we're not on the planet you're supposed to be dialing from?
This is where we are.
Okay, what if we are not supposed to be here?
Icarus base, telford. We can't hold them back.
Let's go! Go!
(Soldiers shouting)
Sergeant Riley, dial the Stargate to earth!
Soldier: Incoming! Come on, come on.
Riley: Chevron one locked.
Eli: Okay, follow me. The symbols on the Stargate
are constellations as seen from earth.
That's what you said... Yes, yes.
Okay, so what if earth is supposed to be the point of origin?
Riley: Chevron two locked.
The only viable power source was here,
light years away. What if that doesn't matter?
What if it's the only combination that will work, like a code?
Riley: Chevron three locked.
A code?
Eli: Yeah. Riley: Chevron four encoded.
Stop the dialing sequence. Riley: I have my orders.
Get out of my way. Get out of the way! We can't risk dialing earth.
Armstrong: Come on, let's go.
Scott: Go, go, keep moving.
(Gasps)
Dad? Dad? Dad!
Scott: Chloe!
My father! There could still be people trapped on the other side.
All right, let's go, people. You need to move it to the gate room!
This is Scott. I got about a dozen or so people cut off from the gate room,
southeast corridor.
Oh, god! Okay. Damn it!
Young: Oh, my god! Is that Dr. Simms?
Stay with me, okay?
He was helping pull people back from the surface.
(Sniffling)
Simms, can you hear me? T.J.
No!
Hey, Tamara. Hey, Tamara.
Come on, we got to go.
That is impressive.
The power's fluctuating at critical levels.
Colonel, I'm detecting a massive buildup of energy from the planet.
Recall our fighters. Radio colonel telford.
He's got two minutes to get his people aboard before we jump to hyperspace.
(Rumbling)
What's everybody doing? I ordered an evacuation.
He, uh... he didn't dial earth.
It's the ninth chevron address.
What?
The attack started a chain reaction in the planet's core.
There's no way of stopping that.
And any blast could easily translate through an open wormhole.
It's too dangerous to dial earth.
You could have dialed somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Rush: Tnscomd be our only chance. Shut it down.
You can't, it's too late. Riley!
System's not responding, sir.
I need to get these people out of here.
We have a way out. We don't know what's on the other side!
Damn it, rush!
Can't be worse than here, can it?
Nobody move. Await further instructions.
What's that? Well, it doesn't look like life support.
Rush: Yes, I realize that.
Whoa!
What are we looking at?
It's a star map.
Park: That's the milky way.
Rush: I believe it's a visual log of the ship's journey.
So, this is where we are now?
No. That's where the ship originally embarked from.
Eli: Earth.
It's leaving the galaxy.
Rush: It did. Long ago.
That was Pegasus.
So, those points are more stars?
No, they're galaxies.
Rush, where the hell are we?
Several billion light years from home.
Please.
Young: Scott.
Stand clear.
You could take down the rest of the roof with that.
Look, we don't have time to argue.
I need you to lead the evacuees through the gate.
You need to go with him.
No! I'm staying here until I know my father's okay.
Make sure everyone carries as much of the expedition supplies as they can.
'Cause you're not going to earth.
Rush dialed the ninth chevron. Go.
(Rumbling continues)
Once I'm through, follow one at a time on a three-count.
Soldier: Okay, people. Make way.
Come on, let's go. Keep it going.
You good? Okay, let's go.
If you can hear me, stand back!
Okay, get down.
Fire in the hole!
(Chloe exclaims)
(Chloe coughing)
Greer: Put your weight on me.
Put your weight on me. Young: Stay calm, everybody.
I got you. Chloe: Please.
Okay, everybody stay calm! Don't push.
(Yelps)
(Exclaims) Careful, careful.
Young: You're okay, sir. Are you okay?
I'm the last one. I'm all right.
Greer, go. I'm right behind you.
Hammond, this is young, come in.
Hammond, this is young. Come in.
Greer: Let's go, let's go, let's go, come on, people.
Let's do it. Let's do it.
Soldier: Hurry up!
Sir! Go!
Sir. We've got colonel Carter. On screen.
General, we barely got away. The planet was destroyed.
We managed to beam most of our people off the surface
before jumping to hyperspace.
We also believe that the enemy forces were destroyed.
Any word on how they gained inte/ on our base?
What about casualties?
Twelve. Eighty-plus Mia.
The bunker-shielding technology
prevented us from beaming out anyone inside.
How many people made it through the gate to earth?
None.
None? Our sensors indicated that the Stargate was active
for a full six minutes before the core went critical.
Well, they didn't come through here.
Then where'd they go?
Okay, listen up!
Everybody who is able, we are going to search this ship top to bottom.
Teams of three.
Vveapons?
Twenty-three, including handguns.
One per group?
Yeah.
Flashlights, radios, only when necessary.
Once those batteries are dead,
they are dead. Regular check-ins with Dr. Rush in the control room
every 10 minutes, and keep in mind, as far as we know,
this bucket is really freaking old,
and there may be areas of damage
where life support is unstable.
And, look, be smart, okay?
Don't touch anything that looks like it might be dangerous.
How are we supposed to know what's dangerous?
Becker, right?
Yes, sir. I work in the mess.
I mean, I did.
Well, don't touch, just look.
You're... you're James, right?
Yes, lieutenant.
You and Riley are with me.
Subtle, man. Subtle.
Scott: If it's okay with you, sir,
it might be best, considering your obvious skills,
for you to hang back here and help keep the rest of these people calm.
Don't patronize me, son.
No, sir.
Are you all right?
I'm solid, lieutenant.
I'm trained for this.
Look, I didn't mean to...
Look, not now.
On radio: Rush, this is Scott. Come in.
Rush, this is Scott. Come in.
Hello. This is Eli.
Where's rush?
Bathroom, if he found it.
I'm at what looks like a bulkhead door. It won't open.
I was hoping rush could open it from there.
Should I find him?
Here, give me a hand.
What happened to being smart?
This could be the engine room for all we know.
We got to at least open a few doors.
Do we? Do we really?
(All grunting)
(Computer beeping)
Eli: Hang on.
No, keep doing what you're doing.
I think I found where you are. The door is flashing red.
Scott: Can you open it from there?
Red is usually bad, isn't it?
Maybe it means the door is stuck. Just try.
Okay. You should probably step back.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, not good! Not good. More red...
Close it!
Close it now! I'm trying!
(Alarm beeping)
Yeah. Okay. We established why that hatch was closed.
Yeah. A lot of others are closed for the same reason.
We're only occupying a fraction of the ship right now.
It just goes on forever.
But if there are damaged areas of the ship that aren't sealed,
that could be our problem.
Oh, hey, good timing. We just found... hey... really?
This is Dr. Rush. Meet me in the gate room immediately.
Everyone.
Man 1: I don't know what's going on.
Man 2: It's over there.
(All murmuring)
What's going on?
In this case are five ancient communication stones.
They work over vast distances in real time.
We can talk to the people on earth. Yes.
Man 1: Great. Man 2: All right.
Rush: You physically take control of an individual at the other end.
I brought these with us in the event
we ended up somewhere out of range of normal communication.
So let's use them.
Man: Yeah. Woman: Yeah.
I already have.
All: What? When?
Are they sending help?
Man: Why? Why are they not sending help?
The only means of dialing this gate from our galaxy
was destroyed in the attack. We're cut off.
I want to use one of those stones now.
I have spoken with general O'Neill...
I am a United States senator!
I've explained our situation clearly.
In light of my knowledge and experience, he has placed me in charge.
He did what?
(All murmuring)
Man: How do we know?
I have faith in our ability to repair this ship and to work together,
but if we're to survive this, we need leadership
and a clear chain of command.
Eli: We only have a few hours of air left.
Yeah. I want to speak to the general myself.
Senator, please. Give it to him!
Woman: Yeah. Scott: Give it to him.
(Groaning)
Chloe: Dad? Dad!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. T.J.?
Excuse me, excuse me. Okay. Okay, he's still breathing.
Chloe: Oh, my god!
Johansen: I saw him taking some pills?
Warfarin, for his heart.
Blood thinners are the last thing he needs if he's bleeding internally.
Please do something!
Look, I told you, I'm just a medic.
Everyone, please,
there's no need for us all to congregate in the one place.
Ms. Johansen, please find adequate accommodation for the injured,
and everyone else... no, I don't recognize your authority,
Dr. Rush. As an ioa representative... We have found quarters nearby
much more comfortable. Please go there... I think you need to...
And stay there until you're asked to do something useful.
Something useful?
We do not want to settle in!
We want to get back! Right? Yeah.
We should be working on getting home.
Wray: Exactly.
I'm not sure if that's even possible.
What? You haven't even tried!
Maybe you should actually do something instead of standing around,
talking about being in charge.
If that's even true.
Everybody! Everyone, calm down! Now, the fact is
colonel young put me in charge,
and I expect all sg personnel to follow my orders.
As for the rest of you, you get out of line, we will lock you down.
Now, Dr. Rush is right about a couple things.
First off, we all have to work together,
and second of all, we don't all have to stay here,
so let's move out.
Go on, move. It's okay.
Soldier 1: All right. You heard him.
Soldier 2: Do as he says, people.
(People murmuring)
I think we need you, so I've got your back for now,
but if I were you,
I would find some way to dial that gate back to earth.
I've got some testing equipment over here. Looks broken.
We'll get back to that.
What about all these ancient crates?
If it's not ours, don't touch it.
Volker: Did no one think of labeling anything?
Every case has a bar code.
All right, anyone find a bar code reader?
I guess that got left behind along with the food and water.
Uh-uh. We got food.
Yeah, protein bars and this powdered stuff.
Look, everybody.
Seeds? Volker, you've got to be kidding.
Palmer: I got a case of blank paper.
Volker: Maybe we should start a suggestion box.
What are you staring at?
You were in detention.
Yeah.
For good reason.
What did you want him to do?
Leave me there?
Of course not.
I was just wondering what to do about it now.
That's not up to you.
We'll see.
No, no, no. Don't do it, man.
Scott on radio: Greer, I need you to check for any open bulkhead doors
that lead to damaged parts of the ship. Rush will direct you.
Copy.
Rush on radio: There should be an elevator directly ahead.
Copy that.
Are you there yet?
This is Scott. Radio silence, please.
Hey.
What's going on?
We almost lost you. You were thrown clear across the room.
Where are we? Sir...
(Groans)
Where are we?
We're on a ship.
It's ancient. Rush says it's thousands of years old
and we're pretty far off into the universe.
What's he doing to get us home?
He says he's working on it,
but we have bigger problems.
The life-support system isn't working properly.
If we can't get it fixed, there's not much time.
You should also know that he used the communication stones to contact earth,
and he said general O'Neill put him in charge.
I don't think so. I don't think... oh...
Sir, you shouldn't be trying to get up just yet, okay?
I don't think I have a choice, t.J. I can't feel my legs.
Whoa, jeez! Eli: Whoa!
What is that thing?
Come here, I'll show you.
(Device beeping)
It's a... it's a camera.
It's a flying camera.
I'm calling it a kino, you know, after the Russian...
Yeah. Okay.
Well, I figure maybe we can use it to check out the damaged areas of the ship.
Yeah. That's good.
That's good. Where's it going now?
Oh, I don't know. It's just doing its thing,
but there's lots more of them.
(Chuckles)
Yeah, it's cool. Yeah!
Do you want one?
It's not a gumball machine, Eli.
Okay.
Okay! Okay, so you figured out
where they keep the kinos. What else have you figured out?
Give me a break, man.
This is my second spaceship, and my first was yesterday.
I know. Icarus was my first sgc assignment after training.
I haven't been at this much longer than you have.
Did they beam you out of your house?
(Chuckles) No. You got me there.
Got any food on you?
Tylenol?
Headache? Yeah.
Me, too.
Neuropraxia is temporary paralysis
that can follow a concussive injury.
You don't know?
You'd need an mri and a qualified doctor who knows how to read it
to know for sure if there's spinal damage.
We don't have either.
Hopefully, it's just the nerves in shock.
Best I can do is insist that you remain still.
Your tour was over two weeks ago.
You should be in some classroom in San Diego.
Seattle. That's where my scholarship was.
I'm sorry.
That part's not your fault.
Tell rush I want to see him.
Yes, sir.
What's that?
Flying camera ball.
Pnicamngitalfino. Dontask
that's marvelous.
It comes with a remote.
I thought we could use it to look around.
What do you have?
Well, it's not so good, really.
These processing nodes are scrubbers,
responsible for cleaning co2 from the air.
Here, here, and here,
it's indicating malfunction. Others are failing.
Greer, this is Scott. I'm heading for the gate room.
Meet me there.
Look, I'm just saying that she better stay out of my face.
I'll remind her of your personal space issues next chance I get.
Dr. Rush? Colonel young wants to see you right away.
There should be a kind of grate covering the node.
Rush: What do you see?
Scott: A problem.
We see a very big problem.
What happened?
You collapsed. We brought you here.
What's going on?
I'm not sure. I've been here with you.
I need to know what's happening, Chloe. This is important.
Dad, I was worried about you.
Okay.
And I'm scared.
One step at a time, honey. One step at a time.
My pills...
No, dad, you can't take any more of those.
Your ribs are badly bruised. You will bleed internally.
If I don't take those pills, a bruise is going to be the least of my problems.
I know.
Don't worry about me. Go. Find out what's going on out there.
No, I want to be here with you.
And I want you here, but right now,
I want to know what's going on
just a little bit more.
Okay.
I'll be here when you get back.
Okay. Okay.
(Breathing heavily)
What's going on? I don't know, man.
The air filter's full of crap.
Come on. They want us to keep looking.
Let's go.
All right, okay.
Alkaline.
Everyone's heart rates are elevated, people are reporting headaches.
It has to be. What?
The used-up residue of whatever magic compound
the ancients used to scrub co2 from the air.
So, now we have two big problems relating to the life support.
Our first priority must be to seal off any of the leaks.
If we can manage that, then we can maybe buy ourselves a day or so
before the buildup of co2 kills us.
As it stands, how much time do we have?
I don't know.
Couple of hours at most.
Huh. Awesome.
Brody, there was some medical-grade soda lime in the supply manifest?
It never made it.
That's a pity.
Well, in a ship this old
there's bound to be systems past their designed life.
Okay, let's say we find the leaks. Can you fix this?
I doubt this stuff can be cooked off.
Perhaps if there were stores of this substance in a clean form,
or something else capable of co2 sequestration, calcium carbonate,
lithium hydroxide, then yes, "if."
Okay, well, that's not going to matter because you're going to get the gate
dialed back to earth before this becomes anissue,
rush, right? Lieutenant...
That's the kind of thing you're taught to say in officer training,
presumably for the benefit of those who don't know any better.
Please.
What makes you think I won't try?
Greer, I found what looks like a shuttle.
Looks like there are two shuttles,
attached to individual docking sleeves.
We're all going to die.
Greer: Shut up, Franklin.
I'm just saying what everyone's got to be thinking.
I said shut up, or else you're going to be the first.
This the door?
Yeah, yeah, that's it. Can you close it?
It won't close.
We can't close it from here, either.
There's something wrong with the mechanism.
Franklin: I think I found the leak.
There's another door on the back of the shuttle,
but there's no control.
Then maybe we can close it off locally.
Franklin: The shield keeping the air inside is obviously not 100% effective.
Rush: Probably wasn't designed to compensate
for the amount of damage the ship has sustained.
Franklin: Is there a way of boosting it?
At least in the areas we need it?
Rush: We haven't found a way yet.
It seems to be operating at maximum capability.
(Eli gasping)
Eli: Open the door!
Well, that's not good.
That's very good, sir. A very good sign.
I don't have time for this, do I?
Two problems. We're venting atmosphere from a damaged shuttle,
and even if we could seal it off,
the life-support system in this ship is past its expiration date.
We'll build up co2 to lethal levels within a day.
Well, that explains the headache.
You already had one.
They'll find a way. That's what these people do.
Well, most of these people aren't even supposed to be here.
How did the ship get damaged?
We don't know.
It certainly looks like it's been through a battle,
at least the parts we can access.
We're still cut off from most of the ship. It's huge.
They tried jamming something into the shuttle doorway to keep it open
long enough to let the person inside get out...
But it just opens again.
Some sort of safety mechanism, like an elevator.
Rush says he can't override it.
How long do we have right now?
As it stands...
Rush says if we don't get it closed, we've got...
Just over an hour.
Bad air's better than no air.
Guess a day's better than an hour.
Someone's got to go in there and close this door.
My head is pounding.
Heartbeat has accelerated. It's getting harder and harder to breathe,
as our very lives are being vented out into space.
That is going to get old very fast.
This needs to be documented. No one's going to see that.
How do you know?
We made it here. Someone else could, too.
If we die, maybe this can help them to find out what happened to us.
Yeah, well, we're not dead yet.
I'm starting to have slightly blurred...
What?
So how are we going to decide who?
Rush: I assume we're not going to get any volunteers.
What's another day going to buy us?
Time, to find a way to survive.
May I see the list?
Johansen: I marked the names of anyone injured.
Right. We have to find out people's skills, background, expenence_.
Doesn't take any special skills to die from asphyxiation!
Look. What I'm saying is, it shouldn't be someone
with potentially valuable knowledge
or abilities we might need to help us survive beyond this.
Are you really suggesting
what I think... half the people on this ship
already want to kill you.
I don't care.
You can't ask someone to sacrifice themselves, penod.
Politicians ask military personnel to sacrifice themselves
for the good of others all the time.
If someone doesn't go in there and close that door,
we're all going to die, period.
Franklin is still working at the airlock controls locally,
but it doesn't look good, sir.
Camile's explaining the situation to everyone on board.
I'll do it.
Sir?
This isn't the kind of thing I can ask somebody else to volunteer for.
If we're going to make it past this, we're going to need you, sir.
I don't know about that. You're doing a pretty good job without me, lieutenant.
Yeah? Well, look at the mess we're in.
If that's not proof that we need you, then...
Look, I'm not sure anyone should do it.
I don't want someone sacrificing themselves for me.
I say we figure this out together while we still have time,
or we all die trying.
I want you to both listen to me.
It needs to be done, and I'm doing it.
Look, sir, you can barely stand.
Help me.
Look, the paralysis is temporary.
Help me. You know that now. You will recover.
Lieutenant, I need your help. No, sir.
I gave you an order. I know.
You can have me court-martialed when we get home,
but I am not going to help you kill yourself.
My father's not in his room.
We'll find him. He does not leave this room.
Scott: He can't have gotten far.
I told him what was going on.
Greer, this is Scott, come in. Greer? Greer, do you read?
Senator Armstrong is missing. He may be headed your way.
He's here.
He's got a gun.
I don't want to shoot you.
I don't think you want to shoot me.
Get out of the way.
Franklin: Just give me a little more time.
Let me try and fix this.
I don't have much.
Eli: Guys, I'm not seeing any change. Whatever you just tried,
it's not working!
The problem's obviously mechanical.
You can't fix it.
Tell me what to do.
Dad! No, wait!
Dad, no! No! No! No!
(Muffled) Open the door!
Open the door, please!
I can't!
Please open the door!
(Chloe crying)
He was dead on his feet.
Dad, no!
(Softly) I love you.
(Sobbing) Please open the door. No!
Eli! Not him!
There's nothing I can do for him here.
Help him! Open the door, please!
Please! No. No! No!
No! No!
(Sobbing)
He can't leave me.
Chloe. Chloe!
Well, at least he bought us a day.
(Chloe grunts)
You! You did this! You killed him! You've killed all of us!
Chloe, stop! Little help here.
Hey, hey, relax.
Hey, hey, Chloe.
Just get away from me! All of you!
Miss Armstrong. You're in shock.
Believe me, I understand.
Everyone deals with tragedy in different ways.
You're looking for someone to blame.
I'm not looking.
Johansen: Hey, hey.
I'm sorry about your father.
I truly am.
He was a good man, and he certainly wouldn't have been my choice,
but you must realize, none of this was my fault.
I didn't create the situation that forced us here.
There was no other way.
(Sobbing)
Miss Armstrong, I know you don't want to hear this just now,
but this ship...
This ship could be the most important discovery mankind has made
since the Stargate itself.
You know, the icarus project
was something your father truly believed in.
Enough to risk his career to support.
What difference does it make if we all die?
A number of people died during the attack on the base.
Some of them I knew very well.
I'm sure some had more value than others.
As human beings, all of them were invaluable.
Look, my point is, I promise you,
I will do everything I can
to make sure no one gave their life in vain.
No one.
Please give me a chance.
Colonel.
(Young sighs)
We've lost senator Armstrong.
Oh, my god.
He's bought us some time.
To do what?
We're working on it. First up is trying to dial the gate back home.
Should you even be on your feet?
Well, I am on my feet, and right now we're trying to get home.
Camile, I need your help. You know these people.
I need you to spread the word.
Try to keep things as positive as you can.
I can do that.
Good.
Chloe: I can't believe my dad is gone.
I watched him die, and I still just can't accept it.
Tell me about him.
Man died so I could live.
I'd like to know a little more about him.
No matter how tired he was, or how long he'd worked,
or what was going on in his life,
he always had time to listen to me.
I'd go on and on.
He never preached.
He never told me what to do, even though sometimes I wished he would.
He would just listen.
And then he would tell me that he loved me.
The best part was if I'd had a fight with my mom,
he never took sides.
Hmm.
Oh, god. My mom.
He was her whole life.
She probably thinks we're both dead.
All I know is that he wanted you to go on.
I know.
I got to get back to the search. You going to be okay?
I don't know.
Fair enough.
Rush: Eli?
What?
What are you doing?
I just watched a man die.
Okay?
Don't you even care?
Of course I do,
and I'm also trying to learn as much as I can, as quickly as I can.
That is, in addition to running nine separate searches
in the database in the hope of solving our life-support issues.
Right.
Found anything?
Destiny.
As in ours?
The name of the ship. Translated from ancient.
I've also discovered that they were never here.
I thought this was an ancient ship.
It is, but they sent it out unmanned,
planning to use the gate to get here
when it was far enough out into the universe,
but they probably learned to ascend before that time.
Learned to what?
Ascension.
It's a process whereby consciousness converts to energy
that no longer requires physical form.
That wasn't in the video.
Well, there's more than one video.
We should get back to work.
Sorry.
Sir, I think I got it.
It wasn't even that hard to find. It's right here in the dialing program.
You're sure?
Yes, it's an eight-symbol address.
You mean you can dial this thing back to earth?
There's no point of origin indicated,
but still, there's only 36 symbols on this gate.
I'm assuming the ninth symbol represents some x-factor distance equation.
Well, I don't care. Start dialing.
Sir, don't we want to bring Dr. Rush in on this?
Young: Well, you said this wasn't that hard to find?
Well, then he probably already knows and didn't tell us.
Oh, no, no, no, no. What?
Someone's dialing the gate.
Colonel young. You're up.
Nice to see you, too, rush.
I did order you to report to me.
Yes, but what are you doing?
We're trying to dial earth.
Rush: That would be a mistake.
Young: Riley thinks he's found the address for home.
Rush: His understanding of ancient is marginal at best.
Riley: With respect, doctor, I know enough to recognize a reference to earth.
He says the address wasn't that hard to find, rush.
No, no. This is a complete waste of power we may need.
We have the address back. All we need is the right point of origin.
And we've got 36 tries.
We barely have enough power to operate the main systems.
This ship simply doesn't have the capability to dial earth.
You see, that's news to me.
He didn't tell me that, either.
Well, I've only just learned myself,
and you know what I've been doing.
Even if it doesn't work,
the people aboard this ship need to see us at least try.
So, what, you're going to drain what little power we have
for the sake of morale?
How ridiculous.
(Ship groans)
What was that?
(Beeping)
Young: Anyone near the observation deck?
Colonel, it looks like we've dropped out of ftl.
Riley: Because we were draining power?
No, no.
If I'm right, the gate should begin to dial any moment.
How did you know that?
The ship detected a Stargate
on a planet within range that may have what we need.
What? How the hell are there even Stargates out here?
The ancients sent out a number of unmanned ships ahead of this one.
They're programed to gather data, resources,
to manufacture Stargates and deposit them in habitable worlds.
Any relevant information is relayed back here to help plot the course.
You're telling me that this ship knows we're in trouble?
Yes, because I told it we were.
Essentially, we're flying on autopilot.
This ship may have stopped when it was within range of a Stargate
regardless of our need.
But I have reason to believe...
Young: So, what we need is on the other side of that wormhole?
An educated guess, yes.
There's only one way to find out.
Riley: Sir, you can't do that. We have no idea what's on the other side.
We can use the kino to find out.
I expect that's the purpose of this device.
I'm getting readings over here.
What have we got?
Temperature, gravity, atmosphere composition,
barometric pressure.
Oxygen, nitrogen, very little co2, extremely low humidity.
Habitable, but just barely.
Good enough.
Brody: Looks like four other addresses came up here, too.
They could be other planets within range.
Maybe we should think about dialing them up and seeing...
No, no, no, they're locked out.
The ship chose this one.
The Stargate is open, all we have to do is step through.
What we have to do is put a team together.
Dr. Rush.
Rush: Looks like ourtime might be limited.
Young: What is it?
It's a countdown. Just over 12 hours left.
What happens then?
I suspect we jump back into ftl.
Palmer is a geologist. Obviously she should go.
Franklin and Brody are the best of the rest of what we have.
Thanks for the ringing endorsement.
He didn't even mention me.
Young: Franklin goes. The others stay.
We're still going to need good people working on the problem from this end.
Eli: I'd like to go.
Really?
If I can help, then...
Colonel young, please.
What? You don't think I can handle it?
He's going.
I've been off-world before.
You have made a habit out of pulling our asses out of the fire.
Eli, you want to go, you're going.
The only one I'm questioning right now is you, Dr. Rush.
(Scoffs)
Well, besides Palmer, I'm the only one who knows what we're looking for.
We have 12 hours to find what we need and then get back on the ship.
You're sure you can't stop it?
No, we're just along for the ride for now.
Then we may all be better off on the planet.
Well, that's another reason why I should go.
Someone to assess whether long-term survival there is even an option.
Right. Okay.
I want everyone clear that Scott is in charge of this mission.
Let's gear up, let's find whatever supplies we have, and move out.
Sir, about Eli...
He volunteered.
He's not trained for this.
Just like a lot of people we got on the ship.
I'm going to need to know what they're made of.
He'll slow us down.
Well, if he does, you send him back to the gate.
Listen, if we're going to make it, and I'm not just talking the next few hours,
we're going to need everyone on board to step up.
Lieutenant.
Keep an eye on rush.
We'll be back, sir.
Good luck.
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