Dr. Jordan.
Steven.
What are you doing here so late?
Actually,
I was just about to go down to the lab.
We finally have a chance to do
a resonance scan on the osiris charm.
Great, great.
Another couple of weeks,
and we never would have known what was inside.
Well, we could always break the seal and take a look.
Joking. Well, half joking.
The Egyptian government expects these items
to be returned intact.
If we were in their place,
I'm sure—— sir, you watch.
The scan will reveal that that canopic jar
contains the mummified heart of a 3,000—year—old pharaoh,
and we're just handing it over.
I know. I know.
It's the find of a lifetime, professor.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
You coming?
Yeah. I just have a few things.
I'll see you down there.
All right. Ok.
Good morning.
O'Neill: Hey.
What's that?
Um...
It's...
Teal'c is into this stuff. I don't get it.
"A great week is in store for you.
You'll be going on atrip."
Let me see that.
Oh, my god.
What?
He's dead.
Who?
My arch eology professor.
Steven: Dr. David Jordan was a teacher,
a celebrated author,
a much—revered expert
in the field of archeology,
and yetto the end, he remained first and foremost
a student,
guided by the simple desire...
To discover and understand.
It's fitting, then, that a man
who dedicated his life...
Who dedicated his life
to reviving the wonders and majesty
of long—dead civilizations
should himself gain a measure of immortality
through that very accomplishment.
I worked with Dr. Jordan for close to 15 years.
He was like a father to me.
Th rough his many successes...
And some of his bitter disappointments...
I'll remember him always as a, uh...
Dedicated arch eologist,
a kind and generous man,
and atrue friend.
The prodigal son returns.
Steven?
Sarah.
Daniel.
It's good to see you.
Yeah...
Despite the circumstances.
I know.
I still can't believe he's gone.
So, what exactly happened? I mean, uh...
The paper I read attributed his death
to the curse of osiris.
According to the police,
there was a slow gas leak in the lab,
and something must have caused a spark.
The whole place went up he was killed instantly.
We would have called you,
but nobody knew where to find you.
That's, uh——that's ok.
I'm glad you're here.
So, how long has it been?
4 years?
What have you been up to?
Uh, I've been busy.
Really?
I've looked for signs of you out there on the fringes.
There's been no papers, no research projects.
It's like you fell off the face of the earth.
Yeah, it is a little like that, isn't it?
As I recall, the last time I saw you,
you were giving a lecture
to an empty room.
Oh. Uh, well, it was full when I started.
Well, maybe the world just wasn't ready
to hear thatthe pyramids were built by aliens.
Or was it men from Atlantis?
Steven, please.
Yes, Steven, please.
Why did you come?
You managed to stay away all this time.
If you're looking for closure, Daniel,
I'd say you're a little late.
Always a pleasure, Steven.
So, are you doing anything or...
No. I'm all yours.
I'm sorry.
He's not usually like this.
The last couple of days have been really hard on him.
Steven? No, he's right.
I should have come back sooner.
I guess I was...
Afraid I wouldn't be welcome.
Are you joking?
Even after everything that happened,
Dr. Jordan never thought any less of you.
You were his best student.
Yes, that became the laughingstock
of the arch eological community.
He kept hoping you'd find proof—...
Something to shut everyone up.
No, he thought iwas nuts.
That's not true. Look, why do you think
it's so hard for Steven to see you here?
He's always been in your shadow,
even after you left.
I hear his book's on the bestseller list.
I know. He's getting a Porsche.
Ow!
I know.
Look, I have to admit,
ithoughtyou didn't come back because of me.
No. No, that's... that's not it.
We could have ended it better than we did.
Maybe.
The truth is, I got caught up
in something... incredible.
You found something, didn't you?
Something that supports your theory. Tell me.
Come on. I can't.
Daniel!
Let's just say that what
the world knows about ancient Egypt
barely scratch es the surface.
The truth is more incredible
than any of us ever imagined.
Now, that's the Daniel I remember.
Come on.
I want to show you something.
As you were.
So, general, who's getting assigned to sg—I?
No one.
I've decided to reschedule your next mission
until Dr. Jackson returns.
You're all long overdue for some personal leave.
Yes, sir.
Well, the leaving part has been the problem.
Oh, ithink you'll make it
to the front door before we realize
we can't do without you.
Dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
So, Carter, you finally ready to take me up
on that fishing trip?
Uh, actually, sir,
I have a few projects on the go.
Oh, come on.
Are you're really trying to tell me
you'd rather work in the dark, dank,
dismal underground than sit on a dock
with your feet perched up, sipping a cold one
and casting for that ever—elusive crappie?
Strange as it may sound, sir, yes.
Have a good time.
To each his own.
Her. I meant "her."
So, Teal'c...
This will be great—— Justyou and me.
What do you say? Come on.
The loons. Don't forgetthe loons.
I thought you might like to see
what we were working on before the accident.
Wow. This stuff is incredible.
I only wish we had more time with them.
The Egyptian government's made
a formal request for their return.
We've been desperately trying to learn
as much as we can before the deadline.
"Woe to all who distu rb this, my final resting place."
Careful, now.
All these artifacts are cursed.
Well, that's what they say.
Yeah, I read something like that.
Every member of the original expedition
in 1931 died within ayear of the dig.
Then the ship transporting
these arti facts to america
sank off the coast of newjersey
6 months later.
The steward expedition.
Yes.
Those deaths were attributed to mold spores
that were released when they unsealed the chamber.
Mold spores aren't exactly front—page material.
No, I guess not.
If these things went down with the ship in 1931,
how didthey wind up here?
They found the wreck a couple of months ago.
All these artifacts were still
in their packing crates.
They brought it up,
and they shipped them to the museum.
We just got them last week.
Well, I can stay for a couple more days
if you need some help cataloging these.
What?
Something's missing.
Are you sure?
Positive. A gold amulet.
Daniel, I've gotto find it.
O'Neill: Just so we're clear on this, sir...
It's going to be me, Teal'c, and the great outdoors.
That means no cell phones, no fax machines,
not another living soul for miles.
We'll be unavailable, inaccessible.
Incommunicado.
Minnesota, sir.
I stand corrected.
If there's an emergency back at the base,
better plan ahead andtell me now.
If Thor needs me,
he's going to have to beam me up.
If th e tok'ra—— forget it.
Woman: Excuse the state of things.
Budget cuts.
I'm straightening the mess up,
butthese things take time.
Oh, I understand.
So, what am I looking for?
Uh, an artifact that went missing
from the steward expedition.
The Isis jar.
Uh, no, actually.
I'm, uh, referring to a gold amulet
with a little ebony, um...
Uh, it's listed as item 14—c.
That was sent up to Dr. Jordan
along with the rest of the arti facts.
You sure?
I sentthem myself.
I can show you the paperwork.
No.
Um, what's this, uh, Isis jar
you were talking about?
I'll show you.
That crate was mislabeled
when it came in.
I only found it a couple of days ago.
Uh, this one?
Oh, yeah.
Never seen those symbols before.
Have you?
Uh, yes.
I'm going to need to do atranslation.
Well, if you need me, I'll be in the back,
cataloging the polynesian death masks.
Carter.
Jackson, on phone: Sam, it's me.
Hang on a sec.
Thanks for your help, sergeant.
Yeah. No sweat, major.
Where are you?
Jackson: Lost in Chicago.
I'm in the basement of a museum
looking at what appears to be
an Egyptian burial jar.
Which may not seem out of the ordinary
in a museum, granted,
but there's something else
besides the usual hieroglyphs.
There's a second set of markings.
They're Goa'uld symbols.
There appears to be no fish here, O'Neill.
T, it's not about the actual fish themselves.
The fish are not important in this context.
It's about fish—ing.
The act of fishing itself.
I see.
You didn't.
By request of general Hammond.
No way.
What?
Yes, Daniel, he's right here.
Please hold.
Daniel Jackson.
We have caught nothing. We are fishing.
Right.
Um, listen, I need a little help
with a translation.
I've got a line here that reads,
"hakor kra terak shree."
"Banished to oblivion."
Jackson: Right.
Ok, uh, thank you.
If you require assistance,
I would be more than happy to return
to th e sgc.
Jackson: No, thanks.
I think I can take it from here.
Are you certain?
Give me that.
Good—bye, Daniel.
Jackson: No, wait a minute—...
During the ritual of mummification,
the ancient Egyptians would remove the vital organs
of the deceased and place them in jars,
which would then be buried with the sarcophagus,
so thatthey could be accessed in the afterlife.
Is that what we're looking at here?
That's what ithought at first,
but according to the record of the original expedition,
no sarcophagus was found.
The hieroglyphs identify the jar as belonging to Isis,
who is the Egyptian mother goddess.
A Goa'uld?
It's possible.
You see, Isis was the consort of osiris—...
Supposedly the first pharaoh of Egypt.
Now, according to legend, he was placed in a magic box
and dumped intothe nile by his brother Seth.
Now, that name I recognize.
The Goa'uld symbols indicate that Isis and osiris suffered
some sort of punishment or banishment.
Where to?
I have no idea.
Major, I want the contents analyzed.
Yes, sir.
I'd be careful if iwere you.
For all we know, it could be some sort
of Goa'uld booby trap left behind by osiris
as a means of revenge.
Also, it's, uh... It's cursed, so...
Thanks for the warning.
General...
There's something else.
The inventory of the steward expedition
lists two jars.
Can you find the other one?
Well, I can try.
I was going to head back to Chicago tonight.
Hello!
Doyou mind?
What are you doing here?
What are youdoing here?
I asked first.
I work here, Daniel. Remember?
I'm looking for the breaker box,
wherever the damn thing is.
Oh, right. Um...
I had a few questions for the curator.
Oh, I don'tthink she's here.
The lights were out when I came in.
What did you want to ask her about?
I needed some information on items
from the steward expedition.
There's something missing.
There's nothing missing.
Jackson: Uh, a canopic jar with some hieroglyphs
and some unusual markings.
The osiris jar.
Yes.
Destroyed in the explosion.
Are you sure about that?
Yes. Positive.
Ok, well, what about this gold amulet?
Daniel,
if you're looking to get backtogether
with Sarah, you know,
that's your business.
I really couldn't care less.
But I do have a problem with you coming here
and involving yourself in my work.
Don't you mean Dr. Jordan's work?
No, my work.
Sarah and I were Dr. Jordan's assistants.
You haven't been involved
since you walked out on him.
I didn't walk out on him.
I was trying to protect him.
You mean, you distanced yourself
in order to spare him the embarrassment
of being associated with you.
Daniel, you really should not have come back.
Look, I don't want to get into this
with you right now, butyou need my help.
Why? You thinkthere might be an alien involved?
Oh, god.
Preliminary analysis of the jar indicates
the exterior is ordinary ceramic.
It also appears as if the seal has been damaged.
Any indication of what might be inside?
Well, hopefully,
a computer—enhanced mri will tell us something.
Is that what I think it is?
Yes, sir. It's a Goa'uld symbiote.
The police said thatthe museum curator
suffered a fatal blunt trauma to the skull.
They don'tthink that you had anything—...
No, they don't think that,
but of course Steven certainly
didn't do anything to dissuade them
from suspecting me, but fortunately,
I know a few people.
Anyway, uh, they found some bricks
at the bottom of the freight elevator shaft,
and theythink that they came
from the wall above, and...
A freak accident.
You know, the papers are saying
the curse of the mummy strikes again.
Do you have any pictures of the osiris jar—...
The one that was destroyed in the explosion?
Yes. Here.
I can't make out the inscription around the collar.
We were unable to identify the symbols,
but Dr. Jordan copied them in his notebook.
Sarah: Those markings are unlike anything
we've ever seen before.
They're not Egyptian.
No, they're not Egyptian.
So what are they?
What are they?
You know. How?
Let's just say I can't really go into it right now,
but this is very important.
Did Dr. Jordan do any kind of preliminary tests on the jar?
Not that I know of, but he kept
all his lab results on the computer.
It's dead. We can relax.
Do we know how long it's been inside the jar?
According to Daniel, several thousand years.
Well, it's perfectly preserved.
Could have died yesterday.
Something's wrong.
What?
Dr. Jordan's files are gone.
Everything's been wiped clean...
Including his e—mail account.
Jackson: Do you keep backups?
Yeah. They're not here.
What are you doing?
The system marks file space
that's been deleted as "tombstone."
At regular intervals, it scou rs the database
looking for Tom bston e values
and marks them as being ready to be overwritten.
There's usually a window of about 30 days
before that happens,
so I might be able to retrieve the files
before the tombstone values replicate
through the network.
We've got something.
Professor received one message
on the night he died.
I'm guessing he never got round to reading it.
That's the results of the carbon—dating analysis
done on the ebony portion of item 14—c.
The missing gold amulet.
Oh, my god, Daniel.
It's over 10,000 years old.
This means you were right all along.
Yeah, I know.
Egyptian civilization must be thousands
of years older than we've ever assumed.
Sarah, you can't tell anyone about this.
What are you talking about?
This is exactly the evidence
you've been looking for.
It completely validates your theories.
Look, all we've got is the results
of one carbon—dating analysis done on a missing artifact.
So we can contact the technician
who performed the analysis.
What?
Dr. Jordan wasn't the only one
to get these results.
Steven.
By all rights, that Goa'uld symbiote
should be a dried—up desiccated husk,
but instead, it's in perfect condition.
Now, at first, we thought it had been
preserved like a specimen in formaldehyde,
but now we are not so sure.
What do you mean?
Carter: Well, sir, the outside of the jar is ceramic,
but the inside is a technologically advanced
containment vessel.
There's atiny naquada power source
designed to emit a low—level electrical charge.
Why?
We can't be certain yet, sir,
but I would guess thatthe jar is
some sort of stasis chamber.
From what we've been able to gath er, sir,
we think that the symbiote was alive
when it was placed inside.
Why would it allow itself
to be removed from its host and placed in stasis?
I don't believe it had a choice, sir.
You see, the liquid inside the jar
seems to have sedative properties.
If it's maintained
at the proper temperature,
and if it is provided
with sufficient electric charge,
it could probably keep
a symbiote alive indefinitely.
Then why is it dead?
The seal was broken,
presumably during transport.
Major, if what you're saying is true,
and the second jar survived the trip unscathed—...
Yes, sir.
There could be a Goa'uld out there.
Sarah: Daniel.
There you are.
I've been looking all over for you.
Yeah, I was just doing a little extra research.
I went by Steven's place, and he's gone.
He's just packed up everything and left.
I know.
You think he's stolen the amulet, don't you?
Yes.
To stop your theories from being proven correct?
It's possible.
Anyway, I have to find him.
I'll come with you. No.
No, it's too dangerous.
We're talking about Steven here.
Sarah, there have been
3?
They found the body of the technician
who did the carbon dating
on the amulet.
Daniel, I know Steven.
He may be capable of a lot of things,
but he's no murderer.
Well, you may not know him as well as you think you do.
At least... not anymore.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, let me guess. You can't explain, right?
Sarah—...
What do you expect, Daniel?
You show up after 5 years,
butyou can't say where you've been.
You've gotthis mysterious ability
to be able to read an ancient language
which nobody's ever seen before,
but you can't explain how.
And when we finally find the evidence
that's able to vindicate you
in front of the entire arch eological community,
you want to cover it up
what is going on?
This is me, Daniel.
I know.
Then why can't you trust me?
What have you been doing for the past 5 years?
I want to tell you, Sarah.
I do, believe me.
I wish you could see
some of the things I've seen.
Butthe world is not ready to know.
Not yet.
I'm not asking you to tell the world.
I'm asking you to tell me.
This is my life's work, too, Daniel.
So you're working for the government?
What? Daniel!
I'm sorry.
You're just going to disappear again,
aren't you?
Yes.
I think Steven was right.
You never should have come back.
Hammond: You believe this Steven rayn er
has been taken over by a Goa'uld?
Well, it makes sense.
So how do we find him?
Right now, this is our only lead.
It's the amulet that was stolen
from Dr. Jordan's office.
Now, by earth's standards, it's a priceless relic,
but I'm assuming a Goa'uld isn't interested
in its monetary value, so...
Then why take it?
That's a good question.
It's a pretty standard representation of osiris.
He's carrying a crook and flail,
which are the scepters of kingship,
and in the center is an ankh,
which is the Egyptian symbol for immortality.
Could it be some sort of Goa'uld device?
It's possible.
That might explain why it was
the only item taken.
I checked the other artifacts for any indication of naquada,
which is usually a sure sign of Goa'uld technology,
and I came up empty.
Assuming this Goa'uld is osiris,
what does he want?
He's been out of the loop a long time.
He doesn't know what happened to Seth or ra.
He could be looking for the Isis jar.
Or a way off the planet.
I've already put the base on alert.
I managed to synthesize the liquid from the jar,
so on its own, it should act as a powerful sedative,
and one dart should be more than enough
to knock out an adult Goa'uld.
Do we really want this thing alive?
Even though it's been in stasis
for several thousand years,
it could still be avaluable source
of information.
I want you to hold that option
in reserve.
Your priority is to stop the Goa'uld
with minimum risk to yourself.
Fraiser.
Yes, he's right here. Sir.
Hammond.
Yes.
All right, thank you.
We've got a lead on Steven rayn er.
He boarded a flight to Cairo 4 hours ago.
He could be headed back to the temple in Egypt
where the jars were first discovered.
If we move fast, we could head him off, sir.
I can alert the Egyptian authorities,
butthis needs to be
a low—profile operation.
Dr. Fraiser will accompany you.
Ithinki know whythis place doesn't get any tourists.
According to the GPS, we've still got another 10 miles.
It's Steven.
Carter: I'm not sensing anything.
He's not Goa'uld.
Steven.
He's bleeding internally.
Steven, it's me.
Daniel.
What happened?
Itookthe amulet.
It's over 10,000 years old.
Your theory was right all along.
I'm sorry.
Unh!
Just take it easy, ok? I need you to hold still.
It's ok. She's a friend.
What about the jar?
Huh?
The osiris jar. Did you open it?
No.
Why did you come here?
I figured out the amulet was a key.
There's a hidden chamber.
I wanted to make the discovery.
Daniel, we have to get him out of here.
Steven, who did this to you?
I did.
Sarah?
Unh!
Aah...
Daniel Jackson.
You seem to know much of the Goa'uld—...
Much more than any other human
I have encountered since my awakening.
Now, tell me...
Where is the Stargate?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Unh!
Insolence.
This temple was once filled with worshippers.
Yeah, well, times have changed.
So I have observed.
Where is my brother setesh?
Uh, you mean Seth?
Uh...
He's dead.
We, uh...
We killed him.
You lie.
No, no. We also killed ra, uh,
and hathor and, uh, who else?
Um, sokar.
Then you have done me a great favor.
I will rule without opposition.
No. No, you won't rule at all.
You see, we don't worship
false gods anymore.
You have come far, it is true,
but you are still weak.
Even now you are torn
between your desire to kill me
and your concern for my host—...
She who freed me from my long sleep.
What do you know of my queen?
Um, she was trapped like you.
We have the jar.
Where is it?
I'm not going to tell you.
You are mistaken.
Where is my queen?
Tell me.
Unh!
What is this?
What have you done?
You will pay for this impudence.
Make no mistake.
Osiris will return,
and the rivers of the earth will run red with blood.
You all right?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, ithink I'm...
Getting used to thatthing.
Where is osiris?
Gone.
Steven?
If we get him out of here right now,
ithink he'll make it.
In the meantime, I guess we'd better...
Make up a story to tell him.