(Speaking foreign language)
(Tires screech)
(Carter screaming)
Go! Go!
Ninjas.
The forensic team found nothing in her house.
According to one of the neighbors,
major Carter got into her car
and left around 8:30 Saturday morning.
That's over forty—eight hours.
The police found Sam's car in a parking lot
outside a fitness club twelve blocks from her house.
Anything else?
No witnesses.
We have no jurisdiction
outside this facility, colonel.
I know. We can still look, can't we?
(Struggling)
Good morning, major.
What's going on? Where am I?
In a hospital.
What happened?
We just need to run a fewtests.
Whattests? Why am I restrained?
Oh, stop! No!
Man: His feet, I said. Look at his feet.
With feet like that, he's huge.
Never trust a man with feet that big.
Hi there.
Go away. This is my stuff.
I just want to ask you a couple questions.
You got a dollar?
Here's two.
Thanks.
Were you around here Saturday?
Why should I tell you?
I gave you two dollars.
Ithoughtyou were just being generous.
How generous do I have to get?
You a cop?
Air force. Colonel Jack O'Neill.
I was in 'nam.
Yeah? What company?
Vacation. A long time ago.
Um, a friend of mine disappeared from around here
on Saturday morning—...
A woman, about 5' 9"ish, blonde.
You wouldn't believe me if itold you.
Why not?
I'm just a crazy old guy
with a shopping cart full of cans.
I'm just a cynical air force guy
with a closet full of "national geographics."
Can I have them?
What do you know?
She was feisty, put up a fight.
With whom?
Ninjas... three, maybe four.
Happened fast.
They pulled up in awhite Van
and grabbed her.
I've been telling the police
about ninjas for years.
You think they listen?
Right.
Thanks.
You're gonna bring me them magazines, right?
You bet.
So, you think maybourne's a fan of Godzilla movies?
He strikes me more as a moth ra guy.
Don't get it.
N.i.d. Agents use these sites
to post coded messages.
They find old maybourne
is keeping tabs on his old buddies.
Ok, what kind of message do you want to send?
Make it..."Hutch, we need to talk."
Sign it "starsky." He'll understand.
(Typing)
We've got the first blood test back.
You're gonna want to see this.
We found an unusual protein marker
as well as traces of an unidentified heavy metal.
What do you mean "unidentified"?
Nothing I've ever seen before.
We better double—check these results
with the lab in Phoenix.
Uh!
She's strong.
I gave her enough chlorohydrate
to put down a man twice her size.
All right, major.
Hi, Jack.
Don't turn around.
Harry... where have you been?
You never write. You don't call.
I have a gun.
So do I.
I'm justtrying to protect you.
I'm a wanted criminal.
It's your duty to arrest me, you know.
Always thinking of the other guy.
How'd you find me?
I played a lot of hide—and—seek as a kid.
It's funny—...
I could always find anyone anywhere,
butthey could never find me.
Because they didn't want to.
What do you need, Jack?
Carter's missing.
Really?
A bunch of guys in avan took her
out of this lot about four days ago.
I figured it might be some of your old friends.
Notthe word I'd use for them.
What do you know?
Sorry.
You didn't come back into this country
and risk execution justto see me.
God knows, I could think of 100 reasons
why the n.I.D. Might want major Carter,
but I swear to you, I don't know
where she is or why she was taken.
Why don't you ask the n.I.D.?
Gee, thanks. I hadn't thought of that.
Try user 4574.
What does that mean?
Wish I could stay and chat. Harry...
We're talking about Carter here.
I know. I'm sorry, Jack.
I really am.
You know how this game is played
and the kind of people who play it.
You gotto prepare yourself for the possibility
that she may not be coming back.
That's all he said?
User 4574.
I think we know who that is, colonel.
Ah em.
Colonel O'Neill is still waiting, sir.
I know.
I'm sorry to bother you again.
It's just he's getting a little—...
"Pissed" is the word.
It happens when you keep someone waiting two hours.
Well, welcome to the Pentagon, colonel.
Thank you, delores.
You have to forgive me.
I have a lot on my plate at the moment.
Yeah. It's just someone's life at stake here.
Sorry to take you away from your Turkey sandwich.
It's a ham and cheese, actually.
And I'm the one who's sorry,
because obviously you wasted a trip to Washington.
I don't think so.
You know, I was just recently reading
about major Carter's disappearance.
I couldn't help but wonder whether
glowing aliens had something to do with it.
Look, Simmons, I don't expect you
justto tell me what's going on,
but I guarantee you
this trip will not be a waste.
If I have to, I'll spend the rest of my life in this building,
getting to the bottom of all this
and how it ties to you.
Why are you so convinced
I have something to do with this?
A reliable source told me.
I think I know who you're referring to, colonel.
Now, are you telling me that you're trusting a convicted traitor?
More than you at the moment.
Look, your opinion of me and this organization
has been tainted by the actions
of the very man you're talking about.
I doubtvery much he was acting alone.
The n.I.D. Is a legitimate organization
financed by this government,
which has been duly elected
by the people of this country.
Damn, that has a familiar ring to it.
Our mandate is clear, colonel.
I'm a simple man. Explain it to me.
We provide vital civilian oversight
of top—secret military operations.
Yeah. And who watches over you?
We're not unaccountable, colonel.
And I admitthere have been some minor indiscretions in the past
perpetrated by a few renegade individuals,
but th ey've been exposed,
and they will be broughtto justice,
with or without your help.
Maybourne is pointing a finger atyou.
Yeah. Well, has it ever occurred to you
that maybe maybourne is trying to mask his own involvement?
I'd need some convincing.
Well, we recently traced the deposit made
into one of maybourne's offshore bank accounts.
The transfer took place through a numbered company
on the Cayman Islands.
$3 million?
Yeah. Makes you kind of wonder
what he did to earn that kind of money.
Doesn't it?
The holding company that paid maybourne
is a subsidiary of a multinational corporation
called zeditron industries.
That sounds familiar.
It's run by a man named Adrian Conrad.
He made a couple hundred million in something called
fiber—optic host channel adapters
andthen had the good sense to diversify
before the tech market bottomed out.
Now he's into everything from shipyards to sportswear factories.
What is his connection to maybourn e?
Well, isn't it pretty common
for ex—spies to sell information
to th e private sector?
We know he's had access
to extensive files on the s.G.C.,
including every member of sg—I.
Jackson: The interesting thing is that Adrian Conrad
hasn't been seen in public in over six months.
His last appearance was a live video feed
from their head office in Seattle
to a zeditron stockholders meeting.
Really not much to go on.
The only other thing I can tell you
is who authorized the payment.
Her name is Diana Mendez.
She was Conrad's assistant
and the last person known to have seen him.
Man: Working late?
How did you get in here?
Well, the ability to sneak around
was an important prerequisite
of my former occupation.
What do you want?
To know about the disappearance
of an air force major.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Then maybe I should talk to your boss.
He's... unavailable.
You know, the other prerequisite
of my former occupation
was an absence of moral conscience.
It really gives you the freedom to do
whatever you have to do.
Threatening me doesn't change whati know.
This major disappeared right after we closed our deal.
I have very good reasons to believe
it wasn't a coincidence.
I'm sure Adrian wouldn't be involved
in anything like that.
Did he tell you
what you were buying for him?
Something valued at $10 million
by a renegade faction of Russian military intelligence...
Less your cut, of course.
Oh, well...
I don't know what it was exactly.
I'm surprised.
I thought you two had a very close working relationship
I do my job,
and I don't ask questions.
What if itold you it was enough uranium
to fuel aterrorist nuke?
Just how far would your loyalty go then?
You're lying.
Maybe.
You made your deposit, and you got paid.
As far as I'm concerned, our association is finished.
Harry.
Jesus, Jack, you're stealing my routine.
Consider it an homage.
What's up, Jack?
I thought we trusted each other.
You lied to me. Get in.
(Door creaks)
Hello again, major Carter.
If you don't mind...
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
I don't know if I mentioned
what athrill this is for me.
I mean... iwish we didn't
have to do it under these conditions,
but given the circumstances...
You're Avery unique individual.
You may well hold the key
to the future of medical science.
You've made a big mistake.
We know what happened to you.
We know that you were the host
of an alien symbiote.
I'm a physicist.
I study deep—space radar telemetry.
Please, major,
don't waste my time with that ridiculous cover story.
Tell me what you can about the symbiote.
She's never gonna talk.
What about the tests?
We have a couple of leads
but nothing definite yet.
We're running out of time.
I know. We may have to move
the implantation ahead of schedule.
Technically, I didn't lie.
I said I didn't know where Carter was
or why she was taken.
What was the $3 million for?
I acquired a piece of merchandise
from the Russians and sold it to zeditron.
What?
A symbiote.
What?
On their second mission,
back when their gate was active,
the Russians ran into a group of Jaffa.
I read that report.
What the report didn't say
was that the Russians managed to take
one of the Jaffa alive.
They've held him in custody ever since.
Man, you got to love those guys.
The Russians or the Jaffa?
Both, actually.
Apparently, the symbiote was reaching maturity.
I don't know what the Russians had planned.
I assume zeditron wanted it for their biotech division.
So, why kidnap Carter?
Carter once had a symbiote inside her...
And lived to talk about it.
How do th ey know that?
I don't know. I also don't know
how they found out about me and my connections.
Butwhen people offer you $3 million,
you don't ask them any questions.
Why not?
Believe me, Jack, I never thought
it was gonna come to this.
What did you think was gonna happen?
In the right hands, a symbiote could lead
to all kinds of medical breakthroughs.
What? You're a humanitarian now?
Gonnaturn me in?
Actually, that overwhelming desire
to shoot you has come back.
But you still need me, Jack.
Why?
Because I know the name of the doctor
who took delivery of the symbiote.
(Rattling)
You know, we make a pretty good team, Jack.
Shut up
I'm just saying, if you ever get tired of the s.G.C.,
you could make more money than you ever dreamed of.
Hey, g. Gordon,
don't give me another reason to shoot you, all right?
I'm in.
Adrian Conrad's medical file.
(Printer whirring)
It would appear Adrian Conrad is in the late stages
of an extremely rare disorder known as burchart's syndrome.
It's a condition that affects the immune system,
leaving the body vulnerable to a host of diseases,
and there's no known cure.
Exceptthe healing powers of a Goa'uld symbiote.
The only way that would work would be through implantation.
They may be studying the symbiote,
trying to isolate and artificially
reproduce its healing properties.
Major Carter's experience with jolenar
will make her a valuable source of information.
What are their chances of success?
Well, obviously we've been researching this
for some time, sir.
Even with unlimited resources,
I'd be greatly surprised if they came up with the answers quickly.
And if they're trying to save this man's life,
they're running out of time.
How do we find him?
Given his condition, he would require
constant medical supervision.
He must be in some kind of a hospital
or a well—equipped facility.
Saint... something.
When iwas checking out the holdings of that numbered company...
Saint Christina's.
It's a hospital in the suburbs of Seattle.
It's been shut down for a couple years.
I'll contact the local authorities.
You andteal'c can meet colonel O'Neill there.
A jet will be prepped and ready to go
by the time you get to th e airport.
Security, major Carter is missing.
She can't have gotten far.
Uh!
The exits are sealed, major.
Who are you? What the hell am I doing here?
My name is Adrian Conrad.
You're here because of me.
(Cocking pistols)
Back off, or I shoot him.
Ha ha. Go ahead.
If I letyou go, I'm dead anyway.
Please, major Carter, if you putthe gun down,
there's a very good chance we can both live.
(Breathing heavily)
(Sighs)
(Coughing)
I'm sorry about this, major,
but I've run out of options.
What now?
My immune system has been destroyed.
The damage is irreversible.
I don't care what's wrong with you.
Nothing gives you the right—...
The human race has progressed to where we are today
because of men who broke the rules
and risked everything,
most often because they had no choice.
The only thing that can save me is an alien symbiote.
You call them goa'ulds.
How do you know about that?
We know about the Stargate, everything.
Well, then you must also know
that a symbiote would leave you
a prisoner inside your own body.
That's why we're working on a way to have it removed.
And you're the key to that.
It's beyond our current medical science.
You survived your encounter with the alien jolenar.
That was different.
The symbiote made a conscious choice.
Maybe so, but the process you went through
could provide us with the answers we're looking for.
You can't deny being able to extract
a symbiote from a human host
would be a monumental breakthrough.
A lot of very smart people
have been working toward that end already.
Maybe they aren't quite desperate enough.
(Coughing and gagging)
Mr. Conrad.
(Breathing heavily)
Pulse is weak. Blood pressure's dropping.
We're running out of time. (Breathing heavily)
We're going to have to proceed with the implantation.
You can't. We put thatthing inside him,
we may never get it out.
We'll find a way.
Even if you do, you don't know
if the healing process will have a lasting effect.
We're reasonably sure,
once the symbiote cu res the disease—...
(Muffled) Diana.
Diana.
It's ok.
Adrian, you can't do this. Please.
It's my only chance.
We're going to have to restrain him.
All right, cover the exits. Wait for my signal.
And somebody watch that guy.
Come on, Jack. This is my fault.
Let me try and help fix it.
Fine. Grab a vest.
You're with me.
Can I have my gun back? Go. No.
Daniel, Teal'c, take the front entrance.
(Cocks pistol)
(Adrian struggling)
(Struggling stops)
Doctor: B.P. Is stabilizing.
Vitals returning to normal.
Incredible.
Diana?
How do you feel?
The pain... is gone. Ha.
We're going to need to run a full set of tests.
How long?
For what?
Diana: You said you'd find away to get it out of him.
How long are you planning to leave him this way?
We don't even know what kind of effect it's had.
I don't give a damn. Getthatthing out of him.
We have a bit of a problem in that area.
What are you talking about?
Major Carter's test results
clearly indicate that she holds the key
to a safe extraction process.
That's good.
Unfortunately, we know just enough
to know that the answers are there.
We just can't get them.
Why not?
Because Adrian didn't approve
the method that's ultimately necessary.
What does that mean?
It would require direct examination
of her brain tissue.
Do whatever it takes.
Uh!
Can I help you? Yeah, I need to see a doctor.
I think I just electrocuted myself.
You're going to have to go somewhere else.
I have insurance.
This hospital is closed.
I said I think I just electrocuted myself.
Do you have any idea what that feels like?
No.
Something like that.
Freeze.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Uh!
Ah! Ah!
You want me to watch your back or not?
Hey.
I know this has been hard on you, Diana.
I'm sorry.
I just want you to get better.
I am better. I can feel it.
If you'd just let me out of these restraints, I could show you.
I can't do that.
I've been cooped up in hospitals
for the last six months.
All iwantto do is go outside and breathe some fresh air.
But you have thatthing inside you.
It's not controlling me.
I'm controlling it. Can't you tell?
Diana, please.
They don't have to kill major Carter.
I'm fine. Everything's gonna be ok.
I wish I could believe you.
Look at me.
You know me better than anyone in the whole world.
I did this for you...
So we could be together.
Just let one hand go...
So I can touch your face.
What's happening? What are you doing?
Aah!
You're gonna kill me.
We could be saving millions of lives.
Hold it! Drop it!
Drop it right now!
Don't even fool around. Put it down.
Come over here and face the wall.
You all right?
Yeah. Very dramatic. Thank you.
You bet.
Keys for the cuffs are in his pocket.
Daniel, we got Carter. She's ok.
That's good. I think we have another problem, though.
They put it in Adrian Conrad to cure him.
They thoughtthey could use me to find a way to remove it.
Good to go? Yes, sir.
Uh...
Why don't you stay here and watch these guys?
That's fine.
You'll be here when I get back, right?
Oh, yes, Jack.
Daniel, Teal'c, take the upper levels.
O'Neill: Where are you going?
(Deep voice) Shoot me,
and you'll kill the host.
Don't make me.
You want to live?
You come with me.
(Gasps)
Man down. Colonel O'Neill's been shot.
This is major Carter. I'm in the boiler room.
Repeat——colon El O'Neill has been shot.
We need an ambulance now.
(G roan s)
Sir, are you ok?
I've been shot, Carter.
I know. Your vest stopped one of the bullets.
I want sleeves on my vest.
You're gonna be fine. Help's on the way.
I'm not kidding.
They should put sleeves on these things.
Did you see who shot you? Nope.
Hang in there, sir.
I can't believe
the son of a bitch shot me.
We don't know for sure that it was maybou rn e.
We also don't know
how maybourne and Adrian Conrad
got by the men surrounding the hospital.
However, the local authorities have admitted
they may have dropped the ball.
May? May have?
The f.B.I. And Interpol have been alerted.
Unfortunately, we can't tell them everything.
Bottom line is,
there's a Goa'uld outthere somewhere.
(Door opens)
I expect better treatment than this.
Well, right now, you have no choice.
But once you start delivering
on your end of our little bargain,
I might be able to move you
to better accommodations.
You cannot offer anything of equal value
to the knowledge I possess.
I'm not so sure about that.