(Wind howling softly)
Daniel...
Any ideas about this place?
Well, it looks like it was built
by a pretty advanced culture and then...
Stripped and deserted.
The m.A.L.P. Showed no life signs.
Teal'c?
What do you think?
It is an ancient Goa'uld design.
Now that is not a good smell.
(Thud) Aah. Jeez!
All right, level I—a.
Teal'c: There is another one here.
O'Neill: More over there.
These aren't quite human. They're Goa'uld.
Teal'c: This mechanism appears to have been damaged
by a ribbon device.
Carter: Maybe they were trying to contain
whatever did this.
Jackson: Teal'c, do you recognize this symbol?
It is the crest of the limvris.
O'Neill: Which is what... or who?
A rival league of lesser Goa'uld who challenged the system lords.
A minor league.
Yes. There are 9.
Carter: 5, 6...
7, 8, 9.
Found 'em.
Jackson: It's one of those Goa'uld tablet devices,
the kind we found on argos.
Can you translate it?
Part of it. It's some sort of battle plan.
I need the hand device that makes the screen
go to the next page.
O'Neill: Thatthing?
(Hollow screech)
Nothing's happening.
O'Neill: What?
I felt something brush by me.
Yeah, all right. Let's pack it out of here.
Leave this to the medical containment unit.
It's getting creepy.
(Shower running)
Ghostly voice: Dr. Jackson?
Outin aminute!
Dr. Jackson.
(Water dripping)
Daniel.
Were you calling me just now? No.
You weren't calling my name
in the locker room a minute ago?
No, it wasn't me.
Eh, general Hammond's waiting for us in the briefing room.
The Goa'uld died before their hosts.
We know this due to a unique protein marker
left in Goa'uld bodies, or host bodies,
after a Goa'uld dies.
The same protein marker that was left in my body
after jolinar was killed. Yes.
How did they die, doctor?
Well, at this point, sir, I can't really give you an accurate answer,
and I may never be able to.
Why not? As with major Carter,
when these Goa'uld symbiotes died,
they rapidly decayed
and were absorbed by the host.
There's no Goa'uld corpse for me to study.
What about bio—warfare?
Poison, disease, that kind of thing?
The Goa'uld are immune to such things.
What about the hosts?
The humans were normal: No wounds, no infections.
Ok, then why are they dead?
According to Teal'c, the door was disabled
from the inside.
Locked in with no food, no water,
they probably died of starvation.
Right now, I'm more concerned
with who killed the Goa'uld and why.
The system lords
would be the most likely suspect.
But if the door was disabled from the inside,
how'd the perp or perps get out?
Maybe the assassins weren'tvisible,
and we're the ones who letthem out.
Reetou. You think reetou were in there?
Teal'c: Reetou would not spare the host.
Reetou weaponry does much damage to the human body.
Well, there you go.
Dr. Jackson, what about that Goa'uld tablet device?
(Stargate dialing up)
P.A.: Incoming traveler.
(Ka—chunk)
Um, it's a Goa'uld dialect akin to Latin.
From whatteal'c and I have made out so far,
it's some sort of attack plan.
I'm... still trying to figure out
how to scroll to the next page,
if there is a next page.
Dr. Jackson, I want you to make
translating that tablet your top priority.
Yes, sir.
Dismissed.
(Ka—chunk)
(Stargate opens)
P.A.: Sg—7 returning.
Man: Hold it steady, sir.
(Geiger counter clicking)
(Computer beeps)
(Speaking ancient Goa'uld)
(Beep beep)
To enter by infiltration.
(Beep beep beep)
Infiltration.
(Beep)
Ghostly voice: Daniel.
Daniel.
(Stargate dialing up)
(Ka—chunk)
(Stargate opening)
Ghostly voice: Join with us, Daniel.
Step through the gate, Daniel.
This isn't real.
Unh!
Help!
Somebody help!
(Monitors beeping)
Hello.
What happened?
(Sighs)
Do you believe in ghosts?
Uh... no.
Well, neither do I.
Which means there has to be a logical explanation.
For what?
Ah em.
When we were in the limvris chamber,
I felt something brush by me...
And I've heard voices.
Andi keep seeing
a dead Goa'uld from the massacre.
Where?
Well, last night they were in my closet...
In like a...
Stargate event horizon without the gate.
In your closet?
Yes.
I don'tthink they're really dead.
Who? Stiffs in the morgue?
No, the 9 Goa'uld that were using them as hosts.
Itranslated a phrase on thattablet
that I thought meant attack,
but when I refined the translation,
I realized it means to enter by infiltration.
And you think that's what they're doing?
Yes. Through your closet?
Teal'c said the limvris were being hunted
by the system lords, right?
Now, what if they used some sort of technology
that transformed their bodies into...
I don't know, energy or something?
Energy? Or something.
I don't know exactly how.
Sam can figure that part out.
The point is... they're here.
They've entered by infiltration,
and now they want me as a host.
All 9 of them?
That sounds crazy, huh?
Hmmm, yeah.
Uh, you—— you've got to admit
there are some holes in your theory here.
Well, it's a... th eory, not a proof.
Why are you the only one who can see them?
Why didn't they come through my closet...
Aside from the fact that yours is cleaner?
I don't know.
The only other theory I can come up with
is I'm having some sort of nervous breakdown.
Heh heh.
Or something. Or something.
Yeah.
Dr. McKenzie.
Colonel.
I'm not going to enjoy this, am I?
Part of Dr. McKenzie's work
involves analyzing psychological data
from sg units, specifically
looking for common side effects to gate travel.
Dr. Jackson's episode yesterday
may have uncovered a serious one.
Dr. Fraiser's been treating you for headaches lately, hasn't she?
Yes.
What's that got to do with Daniel?
Well, you're not the only one.
53% of sg field personnel
also have a history of them.
A lot of people get headaches.
What's your point?
Dr. Jackson has experienced what I characterize
as a——a first—break psychotic episode,
which may be manifesting
full—blown hebephrenic— Schizophrenia.
Migraines are often one of the first signs.
Wait a minute.
Daniel's a schizophrenic,
and it's caused by the Stargate?
It's the only logical explanation
we have right now, colonel.
Well, it sounds fairly theoretical to me.
Does anybody think it could be stress?
As much as I'd like to thinkthat's all it is,
the evidence just doesn't point that way.
Daniel has paranoid delusions:
Au ditory and visual hallucinations.
Dr. Jackson's dopamine levels have increased
in the left hemisphere of his brain.
All these symptoms are textbook schizophrenia.
I don't understand howthis could happen
without us noticing signs.
Nobody knows the exact cause of schizophrenia.
Some cases are genetic,
butthere's no history of it in Daniel's family.
When it's not genetic, it's environmental, and...
The Stargate is a plausible environmental cause.
I've been th rough the gate as many times as Daniel,
and I don't have headaches.
Well, your body may have some kind of immunity,
possibly due to jolinar.
All right,
let's say for the sake of argument
that it is th e Stargate,
atheory to which I do not ascribe,
then why don't we just put a little sign
at the base of the ramp that says,
"gate travel may be hazardous to your health."
I can live with that.
So can I, sir. The air force can't.
I can't risk any sg officer
having delusions in the middle of a crisis.
Therefore, as we speak,
all outstanding sg teams
are being recalled for evaluation.
You're shutting down the whole program.
Only until Dr. McKenzie andtheir team
submittheir report.
If his theory is proven correct,
limits will be placed on the number of missions.
Until then, the Stargate is closed.
General—...
There is no debate, colonel.
(Whispering) Of course not.
What about Daniel, sir?
For now, we're going to, uh, medicate him
and let him rest in one of the v.I.P. Rooms.
But if his symptoms persist
or he becomes athreat to himself or anyone else...
We'll have to commit him to mental health.
Check.
What?
Didn't see that?
Actually, I was, uh,
oh—ing about something else.
(Moves chess piece)
Ch eckmate.
I should've done that
I don't know what I was thinking.
Yeah, well...
You're a little off.
I don't feel off.
I feel... I feel fine.
No headaches, no tension. I mean, I feel...
Normal.
That's because it was just stress,
and I have Avery calming effect
on stressed—out people.
How about a game of gin?
I'm not very good at gin.
Good! Get the cards.
(Stargate dialing up)
(Ka—chunk)
(O'Neill drops chess pieces into box)
(Ka—chunk)
(Stargate opens)
(Closes box)
(Creature squealing)
(Hiss)
Jack?
Yeah?
(Creature squealing)
What?
It's nothing.
(Shuffling cards)
You all right?
(Creature squealing)
I'm fine.
How are you feeling?
(Soueaks)
Good.
Real good.
There's a Goa'uld in you. I've got to get it out!
Unh, Daniel, there's no Goa'uld in me.
I'm sorry.
I saw it.
You all right?
Come on.
All right. All right. Easy, easy, easy.
Put your head down.
(UN locks door)
Don't expect much.
If he becomes agitated,
call the aides.
(Door closes)
Jackson: Jack?
It's us, Daniel.
Can'tyou see us?
I was just making sure
you weren't figments of my... mind.
They took away my glasses
in case I broke the lenses and, uh,
tried to, uh...
Hurt myself.
They treating you ok?
Yeah.
(Crying)
I'm sorry.
For what?
For being such a head case.
(Ch uckles)
It's not your fault, Daniel.
Colonel O'Neill believes
it has something to do with the limvris.
You remember in that chamber
you said you felt something brush by you?
Yes.
It was them.
I know you don't believe me,
buti feltthem.
(Echoing footsteps)
They heard me.
(Metallic thud in distance)
(Footsteps continue)
They're coming.
(Footsteps approaching)
They're coming.
Only your friends are here, Daniel Jackson.
They're coming.
(Footsteps continue)
I hear footsteps.
Footste ps.
Daniel, there are no footsteps!
Stay with us.
(Footsteps getting closer)
Footste ps!
(Footsteps continue)
(Laughing)
I told you.
It's one of them.
He's right th ere.
There is no one at my side, Daniel Jackson.
Yes, there is.
Want to get the aides?
Unh!
Something just went inside Teal'c.
You're hallucinating,
Daniel.
Don't just stand there! Get it out of him! Aah.
Ghostly voice: You have delivered me
to the vile Goa'uld so that I may destroy it.
Ma'chello.
Ok, let's raise the dose.
5 mils at
Ma'chello.
(Beep)
God, I hate seeing him like that.
Nothing worse than losing your mind
and knowing it's happening.
Unh!
Infirmary!
Unh! Uhh!
Yes! Inventions to fightthe Goa'uld.
Ma'chello.
Yes! Yes! Inventions to fightthe Goa'uld.
(Bangs on door)
Dr. McKenzie!
(Sighs)
Teal'c's symbiote is dying.
I can't explain why.
Teal'c...
What about that... Kel'no'reem thing?
Is he having hallucinations like Dr. Jackson?
No.
His dopamine levels are normal.
Besides, Daniel didn't have the same physical symptoms.
They seem to be unrelated.
What are we talking about, time—wise?
Without another symbiote, a day, 2, maybe less.
Even if we found another larval Goa'uld in time,
there's no telling if it would survive either.
(Monitor beeping)
(Whispering)
McKenzie: Dr. Jackson.
Just, uh...
One second.
Look, Daniel, it's time for your meds.
Heh. Uh...
I don't, uh...
I don't need any more drugs.
Whati need is to getthe ones
you've got in my system out of my system.
No, Daniel. You need rest.
Heh, ithink I've rested enough.
Heh.
Justtell me one thing.
Is Teal'c sick?
Not that I'm aware of.
I haven't been to the sgc.
Dr. Jackson, I insist you calm yourself,
otherwise I'll have to have you restrained
and further sedated.
Why are you so quick to jump
to the conclusion I'm crazy...
That I'm dangerous, I'm out of control?
It's 'cause I'm kind of acting that way,
aren't I?
I just...
I just need to get these drugs
out of my system.
Look... doctor,
I know you probably hear this
from patients all the time,
but I think I'm cured.
You're right, I hear it all the time.
I'm afraid it doesn't work that way.
You don't get well
from something like this overnight.
You do...
If there were an alien organism inside you
making you think that you were sick
when you really weren't.
Mm—hmm.
And you, uh...
Found this out how?
Ma'ch ello told me.
Ma'chello?
He's an alien old man we met on p3c—599.
Dr. Jackson,
you haven't had any visitors.
No, of course I haven't.
You see, ma'chello is dead.
Dead?
Yet he told you that there was someone inside you
making you appearcrazy?
That's a good point.
Iwouldn't, uh...
I wouldn't buy that if I were you, either.
Just do me one favor, ok?
Contact th e sgc,
find out if Teal'c is sick.
If he is...
Promise me you'll let me talk to Jack O'Neill.
Dr. McKenzie seems to think
there's some sort of change with Dr. Jackson.
A change, sir?
He's requesting
that you come out there, colonel.
(Groaning)
(Door unlocks)
Hey, Daniel.
You don't, uh,
you don't need to walk on eggshells anymore.
I'm better.
So I hear.
Uh, it's not that I doubt you,
but, um...
Why do you think it happened all of a sudden?
I don't completely understand it myself,
but... I saw something
come out of me and go into Teal'c.
And then I heard ma'chello's voice.
Uh... ma'chello?
Just...
Just hear me out.
I'm guessing it wasn't actually ma'chello.
It was probably some sort of technological
or organic recording.
And it said something about
delivering ma'chello to the vile Goa'uld.
Which made me startthinking.
Maybe I had some sort of...
Goa'uld—killing invention inside of me.
One of ma'chello's inventions.
And that's what made you...
Nuts?
Well, since I don't have a Goa'uld,
a side effect of this invention
must make normal people act like they're...
(Whispering) Nuts.
Schizophrenic.
Look. Teal'c is sick, right?
Right.
Well, he does have a Goa'uld.
(Hawk screech es)
Your dopamine levels are back to normal.
I'mbackto normal.
Ok. Let's say your concept about ma'chello's
goa'uld—killing invention is right.
Why did ittake so long to go into Teal'c?
I don't know.
Maybe it needed a close proximity
to sense his Goa'uld larva.
Look. I had a lot of time locked in that little room
to think about this.
It makes sense.
Why am I back to normal,
and coincidentally,
hours after touching me,
Teal'c is sick?
All right. Why didn't I get sick
when we were playing cards the other night
and you were jumping all over me?
Because lasti heard, you don't have a Goa'uld larva.
All right, but, Daniel, look.
We ran every test we have:
M.r.i., cat—scan, x—rays, full blood work—up.
There is nothing foreign in Teal'c or his symbiote.
It's there.
I know it. I saw it.
Daniel, those bodies had only been there a month.
Ma'chello's been dead for 6 months.
How could he be responsible?
What if he planted those killing devices
there 6 months ago...
Or a year ago?
And the limvris walk into their meeting and—...
Like a land mine.
Jackson: Yes.
World—war—I mines are still going off in France today
even though the soldiers that planted them
are long since dead.
You think that ma'chello made this thing, right?
Right. We crated up
everything in ma'chello's laboratory
to area 51, and it's all in our data base.
Let's see if we can find something
that looks familiar.
(Typing on keyboard)
(Typing)
Rightthere.
Rightthere. Back it up.
(Typing)
I picked that up in the limvris chamber.
(Typing)
Fraiser: Why did he make so many page—turning devices?
Could be our land mine.
On the right is the p.T.D. From the limvris,
and the one on the left is from area 51.
They look exactly like the one we found on argos.
The limvris probably thought it was one of their own.
It's a good way to hide a mine.
Yeah. Question is, how do we set it off?
No. Ok.
Um, let's see what happens
when we use it on the tablet.
(Hollow screech)
Fraiser: There they are.
I am counting 5—...
So if all p.T.D.S are the same,
we're looking at about
that explains how I got infected.
There were 9 limvris.
When you activated the device,
the last one went into you.
Ok, let's try and immobilize one
and put it under the scope.
The gloves are breached!
(Alarm sounds)
Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa. Uhh!
General Hammond to b—hazmat observation right away.
Yaa! Gahh!
No!
Great.
We have a breach.
Is there any chance
of further contamination to the base?
Judging by what happened with Daniel, sir,
as long as we stay in here and we don't go near anybody else,
the base is probably secure.
Dr. Warn er to b—hazmat 3 observation stat.
Containment team to b—hazmat 3
for containment integrity scan.
There has to be an answer in this tablet.
Is there anything we can do from in here?
Nothing, colonel.
All the specimens are inside us.
And since we're infected by multiple organisms,
we can expect our symptoms to be rapidly acute.
O'Neill: I'd like to apologize in advance
for anything I may say or do
that could be construed as offensive,
as I slowly go nuts!
Likewise, colonel.
Colonel?
Janet?
Carter?
Carter, voice distorted: Sir,
there's nothing wrong with me.
Sam, you've got 4 of those things in you.
Well, I know that, buti feel fine.
You're not seeing or hearing any of this stuff?
No. Sir, I feel completely normal.
Somehow I must be immune.
Dr. Fraiser, what can I do to help?
Uh, not much, I'm afraid.
Doctor, there's nothing wrong with me.
Sir, I'd like Dr. Warner to take some tests,
try to figure out why.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
That would risk another person
being contaminated, if notthe entire base.
Sir, those organisms left my body.
I might be immune. I may be the only one
who can go in there and help them.
We don't know that, Dr. Jackson.
I can't let you risk it.
Dr. Warner will stay here.
We'll get whoever else you think can help,
but you're gonna have to figure it out in there.
I understand, sir.
Whoa.
Uhh! I think I spoke too soon.
What's wrong?
Oh, god. Something's happening.
Ithinkthey're dead.
Daniel, I could've sworn I heard—...
Ma'chello? Yes.
He said my Goa'uld captor is dead,
but I don't have a Goa'uld.
You did.
That has to be it.
Janet said that when a Goa'uld dies,
it dissolves into a host
and leaves a unique protein marker.
So these Goa'uld killing inventions died
because they detected a protein marker?
That doesn't make any sense.
Why isn't Jack immune?
He should have some sort of protein marker left over
from hathor's Goa'uld.
No. No that's Goa'uld left colonel O'Neill's body
and died before it had a chance to take over.
Janet, can you hear me?
Can we extract my blood and inject it
into everyone that's infected?
No. Your blood types don't match.
You'd have to separate the protein
from the rest of the blood.
Ok. How do I do that?
You don't have the necessary equipment in there.
Even if you did, it would take weeks.
Come on. There's gotta be a way.
We've got all this stuff.
I'm sorry, but you need
to use high—pressure liquid chromatography
to separate and isolate the protein factor
from the rest of the blood.
That would yield 30 to 40 proteins.
Then you'd have to test each one of them to find—...
Ok! I get the point.
Centrifuge.
What?
What about the centrifuge?
Put as much blood as possible in centrifuge.
You're wasting your time, major.
Now what?
It's too hot! It's too hot!
They're trying to suffocate us!
Carter: Janet!
No!
You're a Goa'uld!
Stay away!
(Voice distorted) I'm not a Goa'uld.
Janet, it's me, Sam.
I'm your friend.
Putthetesttube in the centrifuge.
Janet.
Get back with me here.
We're trying to separate that protein from my blood,
remember?
The centrifuge just finished.
Now what?
Dr. Warner: Major, you're wasting your time.
If she thinks there's another way,
she's not in her right mind.
There's only one way to separate that protein.
You don't need to.
Just need to separate red blood cells.
What? What's she talking about?
I see where you're going. I see where you're going!
Don't even try to separate the proteins.
Just separate the rejectable parts
and give them all the rest.
What?
The part that makes blood types incompatible
is just the red blood cells
and a fewthings in the plasma.
If we can getthose out, the rest should be safe.
Quick—freeze.
Quick—freeze?
Major, look in the freezer over there.
See if there's any dry ice.
Yeah, there's aton of it.
Good,
now follow my directions very carefully.
Looks good.
Pick your first patient.
This was your idea.
You wanna be first?
You look terrible.
Thank you, sir.
I need to give you a shot. Will you let me do that?
Janet?
Uh, I'm hearing...
You're hearing ma'chello?
Yeah.
Uhh!
Well, I don't know if this is going to work.
He'll have the marker,
but he'll still have a Goa'uld larva.
Depends on how smart ma'chello made the little beggars.
(G roan s)
Ma'chello.