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?
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.