Ron Wilkerson & Robert C. Cooper
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Alec Colson and Brian Vogler are in Colsonís
office, preparing to leave.
Once you walk through that door thereís
no turning back.
Oh, I understand, Brian. Iím not having
Alec, it is not just your credibility
at stake here.
Youíre right there. Itís the leaders
of the democratic free world who should
Think about the people who work for
this company; the shareholders.
I am, Brian. They have a right to know
the truth, as does everybody else. Trust
me - weíre doing the right thing.
COLSON INDUSTRIES. In a large room, many reporters and cameras
are waiting. Colson and Vogler make their way through the crowd,
Colson greeting some of the reporters as he goes. He walks up
onto a podium and turns to face the microphones.
Thank you all for coming. As you all
know, about five months ago our planet
suffered a horrible tragedy. Over two
thousand American servicemen and women
were killed when a meteor shower disrupted
global communications and hit a United
States naval carrier group on manoeuvres
in the Pacific Ocean. Iím here today
to challenge the facts of that incident
as theyíve been conveyed to the general
public. (As the reporters murmur to
each other, the view shifts to Danielís
lab at the SGC, where Daniel is watching
the TV as Colson is being broadcast
live.) On the day in question, none
of our satellites detected a meteor
(Sam walks in.)
Hey, whatís going on?
(Daniel turns and raises his finger to his lips, shushing her.
Sam leans on the desk and starts to watch the TV with him.)
Now I donít know how many governments
around the world are in on this, but
I do know we are being lied to and the
truth is being covered up.
Ladies and gentlemen, there is life
beyond our world. There are aliens out
there, and they have a technology far
beyond ours, and they have been intervening
in our existence for quite some time.
(Sam and Daniel look at each other.)
I have proof - and I am giving the governments
of all the nations that are aware of
this twenty-four hours to reveal the
truth ... or Iím gonna do it for them.
Thank you. (He leaves the podium as
the reporters shout questions at him.)
Well - there yígo. (He smiles ironically.
He looks round to Sam who has her mouth
open, then she blinks in disbelief.)
SGC. BRIEFING ROOM. The TV is on and Julia Donovan (the reporter
last seen in ďPrometheusĒ) is broadcasting from a studio. Sam,
Daniel and Tealíc are watching.
For those of you living on another planet
for the past twenty years, Alec Colson,
age forty-two, net worth over sixty
billion dollars, runs a global empire
of companies, including communications,
biotechnology, aerospace and aviation.
Heís number eight on the Fortune Five
Hundred. He personally holds over two
hundred proprietary patents ...
(Jack comes up the stairs.)
Shut it off. (Sam turns the TV off.)
We know who he is - some of us better
We worked together briefly, sir. Colson
Aviation developed the multi-engine
control systems for the F-302s. Colson
didnít know what they were for, of course,
but he is a brilliant engineer.
Heís also a little nuts, isnít he?
Youíve test-flown experimental aircraft.
We all go through the Gate.
This isnít about us.
Well, in a way, it is.
The point is, sir, heís not some loony
cult leader. People are taking him seriously.
So, what do we think he knows? (He opens
a file and looks at a photograph inside
of Colson in a flight suit.)
He owns several Earth observer and weather
satellites. Itís possible they picked
something up - pictures of Anubisí fleet
in orbit, or the battle over Antarctica.
What I donít understand is how it could
have come this far.
Heís gotten the National Security speech
from the Pentagon several times. Apparently
the President has called him personally.
Why not merely tell him the truth?
His personality was profiled and he
was deemed a (she makes air-quotes)
For obvious reasons.
Apparently his father was a newspaper
reporter who was jailed during the McCarthy
era. He believes pretty strongly in
the freedom of speech and the rights
for people to know what their government
is doing at all times.
Leaking classified information could
be considered treason.
Alright - see if he can be convinced
not to go public. (He starts to walk
away towards his office.)
Without actually telling him anything?
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Colsonís office.
Weíve got all the major networks, over
a dozen live radio broadcasts, and reporters
from newspapers - both legit and tabloids
- all waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Brian, calm down. (He goes over to a
table and starts pouring himself a drink.)
Our stock price is trading down twenty-five
percent. We over-extended ourselves
competing for that last round of contracts.
That stock price is the only thing covering
our debt and you are alienating our
biggest client. Weíre gonna have to
start selling off assets ...
What does that matter, Brian, given
what we know?
I donít know - I guess Iím just trying
to hold onto some shred of reality.
Well, you - along with everyone else
- are going to have to start dealing
with a whole new reality from now on.
What if the world canít handle it? What
if Washingtonís right and we should
just keep this thing in the bag?
Trust me. The truth is always right.
Weíve already caused mass hysteria.
You have no idea how much chaos this
(A female staffer comes in.)
Alec - theyíre here.
Oh, show them in, would you? (He takes
Voglerís hand and puts his glass into
it.) Itíll be OK. (He pats Vogler on
the shoulder and walks over to the door
as Sam and Daniel walk in.) Lieutenant
(Sam shakes his hand.)
Radiant as ever.
Oh, Doc, Iím a big fan.
Yes - Iíve been following you since
your early career. Pyramids as landing
pads for alien ships? Fascinating.
Er, yeah, that was a long time ago.
Yeah, what have you been up to since?
Itís like you just dropped off the map.
Iíve been around. (He smiles.)
Oh, I beg your pardon - may I introduce
Thank you for seeing us today.
Well, shall we? (He gestures towards
sofas and leads the way.) Why donít
we start with something Iím sure we
can all agree on, hmm? (He walks towards
a TV near the sofas and picks up a remote.)
That meteor shower was a cover story,
and a surprisingly weak one at that
- although under the circumstances Iím
not so sure Iíd have come up with a
What makes you say that?
(Colson pushes a button on the remote and the TV screen comes
on. It shows a mothership coming out of hyperspace above Earth.
He turns and smiles triumphantly at Sam and Daniel, then presses
for the next picture. Itís a high shot of part of the battle
above Antarctica. He presses again, and the pictures moves closer.
He presses again, and we see a clear shot of Prometheus hovering
over the scout ship. Daniel looks at Sam in concern.)
Oh - (he points to the picture of Prometheus)
Iím guessing thatís one of ours?
We lost contact with twelve communications
and weather mapping satellites for over
six hours on the day in question. When
we got them back on line, they were
able to transmit images stored in the
Images like these can be faked.
Or made to seem fake. (He presses the
button again and the image shows Anubisí
fleet in space.) I know why youíre here,
Sam. The Pentagon wants me to know that
people like you are gonna be trying
to make me look like a fraud.
ďPeople like meĒ.
Very smart people. Oh, we have more
than this. (He gestures towards the
TV.) Now, obviously I donít know everything
but ... I do have a right to, as does
Anything we can say to stop you?
Believe me, Iíve tried.
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Sam and Daniel are coming out of the main
entrance. Samís mobile phone rings. She answers it.
(Donovan is at her studios.)
Sam, itís Julia Donovan.
How did you get this number?
I have my sources. Our camera track
just caught you and a nice-looking young
man going into Colson Industriesí head
office in Seattle an hour ago. I just
saw the feed.
Just wondering if you had an official
Yeah - I think your coverage is a little
Come on, Sam - Colsonís gonna out the
whole operation. You donít really think
Washington can contain this.
Weíll see. Look, I donít have to remind
you about the non-disclosure agreement
you signed, do I? (She lowers the phone
briefly to talk to Daniel.) Itís the
reporter from the Prometheus incident.
Colson doesnít seem to be worried about
going to jail.
(Sam and Daniel reach her car and get in.)
Yeah, well he hasnít done anything illegal
We had an agreement. You said that if
something big was gonna break, you would
call me first.
I will, OK? Bye-bye. (She hangs up.
Next to her, Daniel has been looking
at his own mobile.)
Iíve got thirteen messages from Emmet
Bregman. (He grins at her. Sam sighs.)
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Colson is walking along with Vogler and a
couple of staffers.
The switchboardís been jammed ever since
the press conference. Every crackpot
in the world is calling.
Yeah, Iíve arranged security for all
of you and your families.
Do you really think we need to be worried?
Iíd be more worried about the things
we still donít know at this point.
Iím trying to convince him itís not
It is too late, Brian! Too late for
the world to know there was a large-scale
alien attack against our planet which
was barely thwarted; too late for the
general public to realise theyíve been
lied to by two different elected administrations
about the very nature of our existence!
So weíre going public with everything?
I was really hoping the Feds would come
I canít believe Washington hasnít done
more to try and stop us - some sort
of legal injunction.
That would legitimise our claims. No,
no, theyíre obviously gonna try to play
this as if we canít be taken seriously.
Weíre one of the largest corporations
in the world.
And weíre telling the truth.
Alec! It doesnít matter who we are,
or how right we are. They can stop us
if they really want to.
Oh, come on, Brian, what are they gonna
do, hmm? Have me killed? (He chuckles
and walks away. Vogler looks at the
SGC. BRIEFING ROOM. Jack and SG-1 are watching Julia Donovan
broadcasting live on TV again.
Alec Colson, age forty-two ...
Well, heís gotta have something more
significant than pictures.
Iíve been going over government contracts
assigned to Colsonís companies over
the last few years. I havenít got through
them all yet but thereís quite a few
loosely related to R&D of alien technologies
that we procured offworld.
(Jack turns up the volume on the TV.)
... Weíll now head to Colson Industries.
(The feed goes to the live broadcast from Colson Industries.
Colson is on the podium again.)
Welcome, and thank you for coming.
(Sam looks at her watch.)
Twenty-four hours to the minute.
Yesterday I told you of our belief in
the existence of intelligent life beyond
our planet. I also told you that we
believe several governments, including
our own, have known about this and have
been concealing the information for
quite some time now. Yesterday, I challenged
those governments to come clean - reveal
the truth. We got only silence, which
gives me no choice but to present to
you what evidence I have. (He nods to
a man standing near a door on the other
side of the room. The man speaks quietly
into a microphone pinned to his jumper.)
How do I know for sure that alien life
really does exist? Ladies and gentlemen,
seeing is believing. (He gestures towards
the door. The press turn around to face
the door. A man opens the door. A woman
comes out ... followed by an Asgard.
The reporters gasp, and flashbulbs start
popping as everyone takes pictures.
Back at SGC, Jack looks at the close-up
image of the Asgard, then turns to the
Well Iíd call that somethiní.
TV. Julia Donovan is reporting.
... a lot of frenzy after yesterdayís
startling revelation of what appeared
to be a live alien by billionaire industrialist
Alec Colson. Thus far thereís been no
official statement from the White House,
and sources inside Colson Industries
promise that there is definitely more
SGC. DANIELíS OFFICE. Sam is on the phone.
OK, thank you, sir. (She hangs up.)
Well, we just got a message back from
Thor. As far as he knows, there are
no Asgard currently on Earth.
Loki was here for years conducting experiments
without the High Council knowing about
OK - hereís a possibility. What if it
wasnít really an Asgard?
Looked like one.
Didnít sound like one.
Didnít say anything.
Thatís my point. Colson wrapped things
up pretty quickly without taking any
It was a perfect likeness.
Imagery of little grey aliens has been
commonplace on Earth for years. For
that matter, Colson could have a picture.
So not a real Asgard?
No Asgard we know would allow himself
to be used that way.
Did look a little vacant.
Still - as much as he wants the whole
truth, I donít think Colson would perpetrate
a hoax to get it.
Then what was it?
I donít know.
The networks all want interviews.
Too bad our friend canít talk.
Well, we know heís capable. The MRI
showed a larynx not too different from
ours but he doesnít seem to have anything
They also want full access for independent
medical and scientific personnel to
verify that itís really what we say
How are we supposed to convince the
world of alien intelligence when this
guy doesnít seem to have any?
We canít just trot this thing out on
television with wild claims we arenít
gonna be able to back up! Granted, itís
an amazing genetic experiment but we
donít even know that the thing is really
What else could it be?
All we know is that the DNA came from
the Department of Defence.
Look, weíre trying to build a circumstantial
case here. The more questions we can
raise, the more the burden of proof
is gonna shift to Washington. Sooner
or later, theyíre gonna have to respond
to the public pressure. Meanwhile, we
stay quiet. The mediaís going nuts over
this whole thing, so letís just sit
tight and see what happens.
SGC. BRIEFING ROOM. SG-1 come in. Jack is already sitting at
Well, Sam was right - thereís something
different about Colsonís Asgard. (He
puts a file down in front of Jack as
the three of them sit down.) It seems
that a Colson biotech research company
was given a copy of Asgard DNA for sequencing.
We were trying to help with their cloning
Colson grew a clone?
They werenít told it was alien DNA -
it was meant to be a blind study, but
they obviously took their research a
little further than the contract specified.
Asgard DNA is programmed to grow a clone
to maturity in just three months, but
theyíre essentially an empty shell until
an existing consciousness can be transferred
It did not speak because it was not
Exactly. They probably spent what time
they had with it teaching it how to
Well - the Pentagon has lost all patience.
What are they gonna do?
They want us to put a stop to it.
Weíre calling in a marker. (He smiles
in a satisfied way. The other three
look blankly at him. Jack pauses, then
looks at his watch, frowning.) Yep -
calliní in a marker. (He looks round
the room. A few more moments pass, then
Thor transports in.)
Ah! (He gestures at Thor.)
COLSON INDUSTRIES. The staffer is running to Colsonís office.
ĎScuse me. (She runs into Colsonís office.)
What do you mean?
Just disappeared right out of the lab.
(Colson looks at her, not understanding.)
The alien! Computers, everything.
How? What about security ...?
Nobody took it - it disappeared. We
were standing right there, there was
a bright flash of light and it was all
just ... gone.
Alright, have Ron send out the decoy
car - and get the plane ready for a
trip to Washington. Have it ready by
the time I get to the hangar! (He hurries
DONOVANíS STUDIO. Sam, in dress blues, is sitting next to Julia
in the studio, having a microphone fitted to her jacket.
Well, just try not to think about the
camera. Focus on me.
Itís not that. I respect Alec Colson.
I donít like being asked to discredit
a man who has every right to want the
But youíve been ordered to do this.
Well, if you wanna go against those
orders, feel free. Iíll go with it.
(The theme tune for ďInside AccessĒ begins.)
In five, four, three, two ...
Weíre here with Lieutenant Colonel Samantha
Carter of the United States Air Force.
(She turns to Sam.) Welcome.
Your background is astrophysics, and
youíre one of the militaryís leading
scientific researchers. Weíre all very
eager to finally hear some reaction
from Washington regarding the revelation
made by Alec Colson.
Well, first of all, I can assure people
that, if aliens really existed and were
visiting the planet, we would know about
So, are you saying his claims have no
merit? We all saw an alien on live television.
Yes, well, Hollywoodís been helping
us see things on TV for a long time
(In a car on the way to the hangar, Colson and Vogler are watching
the interview on the TV.)
Are you saying that the alien wasnít
It depends on what you mean by real.
Notice she hasnít actually lied once.
I can show you some advanced methods
for creating realistic 3D images that
weíve been working on.
By all means.
Weíve been experimenting with technology
that makes it possible for us to create
anything you can imagine - virtually.
(Thor appears out of thin air, standing beside Sam. In the car,
Colson and Vogler look at each other.)
Wow - that looks just like the alien
Alec Colson introduced to us.
Greetings, people of Earth.
Thatís amazing - he looks so real.
Though I look real, I have been created
through the use of advanced holographic
Thatís just incredible.
(Sam reaches out and waves her hand through Thor.)
Itís just a projection. Youíll probably
be seeing technology like this in theme
park rides in a few years.
(In the car, Colson chuckles.)
Oh - sheís good.
LATER. The interview over, Julia is looking at the video replay.
She turns to face Sam.
Not quite the exclusive I had in mind,
but itíll still do huge numbers.
Youíre hilarious. After everything youíve
been through, you still care about ratings.
How did you do it? Iíve seen visual
effects before, Sam, and this was some
sort of ... (she pauses as an assistant
brings in a sheet of paper and hands
it to her, and waits for her to leave)
... this was some sort of alien technology,
(Sam just looks at her. Irritated, Julia looks down at the paper
she was just given, and frowns.)
What is it?
Ten minutes ago, Alec Colsonís private
plane was forced into an emergency landing
after almost crashing on take-off from
Seatac. The plane suffered sudden depressurisation
and loss of engine power but was able
to land without serious incident. (She
looks up at Sam.) ĎScuse me, Sam, Iíve
gotta get on the air with this. (She
leaves, calling out to an assistant.)
I need something on Colsonís wife and
his daughter. (To Sam) They died in
a plane crash when he was twenty-four.
Thatís why he started Colson Aviation.
(To her team) Letís go!
(Samís mobile phone rings. She answers it.)
Sam? Itís Alec Colson. (He is sitting
in a car at the airport.)
Are you OK?
News travels fast. It was close. (Vogler
gets into the car next to him.) Brianís
still as white as a sheet.
How did you get this number?
Oh, I have my sources. (Sam looks at
the phone in irritation.) Yíknow, the
ground crew here found evidence the
plane had been tampered with.
Someone tried to kill you?
Seems that way. Any ideas?
You think I know? Why would I go on
TV to publicly discredit you if I knew
you were about to be assassinated?
To make sure it didnít look like Washington
had anything to do with it. And a fine
job you did too, by the way.
Iím sorry - I was following orders.
Yeah, I know. Donít worry, Sam - I donít
believe for a second you were in on
it. If it was our government, Iím sure
you were just a pawn.
That doesnít make me feel any better.
Look, Alec, I can assure you ...
Itís OK, itís OK. It wasnít my first
rough landing; Iím sure it wonít be
my last. I wonít be stopped, Sam. I
promise you, one way or another, the
world is gonna learn the truth. (He
SGC. JACKíS OFFICE. Jack, in his dress blues, is sitting at his
desk with his fingers steepled in front of his mouth. He appears
to be thinking hard.
Umm ... how Ďbout a hyperdrive for the
(The camera pans across and we see that Thor and Daniel are sitting
in the chairs opposite.)
That is something I must discuss with
the High Council.
Thor, címon! You said you wanted to
get something nice for the President.
(Sam comes to the door.)
Sir, anything on who might have tried
to kill Colson?
It wasnít us.
We think that Colson may have fragments
of downed Goaíuld ships recovered from
the Antarctic. A subsidiary of his was
involved in the salvage and the clean-up.
Are we just gonna keep trying to discredit
the man? I mean, arenít we the ones
a little delusional to think that we
could cover up an attack of this scale?
Whatís the alternative?
How Ďbout tell the truth? (Daniel and
Jack look at her, surprised.) I mean
to Colson. I know heís been profiled
and deemed a security risk and obviously
thatís an accurate assessment, but what
have we got to lose at this point? Heís
already trying to go public - letís
show him why itís so important to keep
the secret. Besides, think of the benefits
of having a man with his resources on
Well, Thor and I are meeting with the
President in five minutes. Iíll bring
it up. (He picks up his hat and tucks
it under his arm, and starts to button
(He and Thor are transported out of the office.)
Right! (She looks at Daniel, who shrugs.)
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Colson is in his office with Vogler and the
Two oíclock, we go live with the pictures,
pieces of the alien ship, everything
Alec, they tried to kill us!
You think that didnít work in our favour?
Dying doesnít work in our favour!
(At that moment, a transporter beam envelops Colson and he disappears.
Vogler and the staffer stand up, amazed.)
SGC. BRIEFING ROOM. Colson is transported in, with Thor beside
him. Colson looks around the room, then sees Thor beside him.
He backs away nervously.
OK - what just happened?
(Sam and Daniel walk over.)
Well, in laymanís terms, we beamed you
up ... and then down again.
Where am I?
Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado.
You know Daniel, of course.
Uh, yeah, hi. (They shake hands.) And
(gesturing to Thor) this is Thor.
Oh, so this is a real one!
What-what happened to the clone?
It will become a host to an Asgard consciousness
whose physical body is failing.
Now I must take my leave. General OíNeill
said he will see you all tomorrow. (He
is transported out.)
I wanna show you something. (She goes
to the window of the briefing room,
where the blast doors are closed. She
pushes a button and the blast doors
lift to show the Gateroom. Colson stands
beside her, looking at the Gate. Sam
turns to him.) We call it a Stargate.
SGC. VIP QUARTERS. Colson is on the phone.
Iím OK, Brian. I promise you, Iím fine.
Iíll be back in a couple of days. (Someone
knocks on the door.) Iíve gotta go.
... Alright, bye.
(As he hangs up, Sam comes in, geared up for Gate travel.)
Woh - look at you!
Yeah - Soldier Sam.
Ooh, I get a uniform too?
Yep. (She tosses it to him.)
GATEROOM. The Gate is dialling. Sam is waiting at the bottom
of the ramp as Colson, geared up, comes in. The Gate whooshes
and Colson flinches back. Sam grins at him, then heads up the
ramp. Colson follows her, looking nervous.
So, uh, where are we going?
P4X-650. We have an offworld base there.
And how far away is that? (He and Sam
stop at the top of the ramp.)
Six hundred and forty light years.
Letís go. (She takes his arm and walks
him into the event horizon.)
P4X-650. Sam and Colson come through the Gate, which is inside
a concrete building. The Gate shuts down behind them. Colson
turns to look at the Gate behind him, then turns to Sam, trying
to look nonchalant.
Didnít feel a thing.
You were demolecularised.
(A man approaches them.)
Welcome to the Alpha site.
Alec Colson, Captain Shefield.
Hi. (They shake hands, then Colson looks
around the structure.) Well, itís-itís
Our last Alpha site was destroyed in
an attack. We decided to build this
one inside a mountain like the SGC.
(The three of them walk across the room.)
This is all a bit spartan, but itís
our home away from home.
I guess I was just expecting something
a little bit more, uh, I dunno ... other-worldly?
(Sam smiles as they reach a door. She takes out her card and
swipes it through the reader and the door slides open. Colson
walks a few steps, then stops and stares in amazement.)
Oh! Now that ... thatís more like it.
(In a hangar at the end of the building is an F-302.)
Itís called the F-302 - alien-human
hybrid. (They walk towards it.)
So this is what the MECs were for.
Yeah - thanks to you itís capable of
leaving the atmosphere and returning.
We used a number of these to defend
the Earth five months ago. This is just
one of the many advancements weíve made
as a result of technology procured through
the Stargate. (Colson is staring up
at the F-302 in awe.) You wanna take
(Colson grins and nods.)
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Vogler is in Colsonís office. The staffer
Brian, what are you doing?
Alec wants all the evidence that we
have about the alien cover-up duplicated
and secured off-premises. You can get
started on whatever we have left on
the clone research.
OK. (She leaves the room. Voglerís mobile
phone rings. He answers it.)
Vogler. ... I told you, I donít know
where he is. ... I have a meeting with
the SEC this afternoon. ... I understand.
... Donít worry, itíll work. (He hangs
up, looking worried.)
ALPHA SITE. The F-302 rolls out of the hangar, takes off, and
climbs steeply into the sky. Colson, in the rear seat, looks
Must be hard, keeping all this secret.
I donít know how you do it.
I think of all the fear it would cause,
the potential chaos.
Ah, but what about all the greater meaning
you could bring to peopleís lives, just
knowing that all this is-is out here?
Whatís out here is an enemy so advanced,
so evil, itís a miracle we havenít been
wiped out or enslaved yet. Weíve been
very lucky so far. I think most people
would have a hard time living with the
threat of constant impending doom.
Oh, right, the old Ďif you had cancerí
argument. Would you want to know you
were gonna die, or would you rather
live out your final days in blissful
Yeah - I guess I donít really buy it
Well, Iíd rather know - try to cure
it. If I couldnít do that, well, Iíd
try to make my final days as meaningful
You want a turn?
I thought I was gonna have to ask!
Switching to co-pilot control. Go ahead
- sheís all yours.
(Colson starts flying the craft, and flips it right over in a
So - what do you think?
Amazing! She manoeuvres like an FA-22
and feels like a 747!
Yeah, thatís the inertial dampeners.
Alright - letís try this. (He puts the
craft into a steep nosedive. After several
seconds alarms sound and a ďMain Engine
Rocket Fuel WarningĒ comes up on Samís
Alec! (Colson continues to dive.) Alec,
pull up! (Colson ignores her. Sam punches
button to regain pilot control, and
starts to pull the craft out of its
dive. It levels out just in time, skimming
right over the top of a forest.)
VOICE ON RADIO
Flight, this is Alpha Command. Is everything
OK up there?
It is now. Weíre fine. Bringing her
back in. (She throws a black look over
her shoulder, shakes her head and sighs.)
LATER. The F-302 taxis back into the hangar and stops. The canopy
opens. Colson takes his helmet off.
Well, that was reckless.
Ah, the 302 can handle it. (He pats
the craft.) I know. I may not have known
its name but I helped you build it,
It was a joyride. I took you up for
a little fun.
This isnít a game, Sam. What you guys
are doing up here - this is life and
death, for all of us.
We know that.
Wasnít much fun, feeling out of control
like that, was it?
You have to make your point with my
Oh, come on, we were never gonna crash
- unlike my plane back on Earth.
I told you - we had nothing to do with
Yeah, well, someone did. And if you
think that - or any of this - is gonna
prevent me from telling the world what
they have a right to know, youíre dead
ALPHA SITE GATEROOM. Colson is examining the Gate. Sam walks
Alec, thereís something else I need
to talk to you about. Thereís a clandestine
group of private businessmen like yourself
who were informed of the Stargate programme
over six years ago by rogue elements
of the NID. Weíve tried to identify
them and bring them down but they are
very highly connected. Former Vice President
Kinseyís been linked to them. Now, instead
of going public like you, theyíve been
funding various secret endeavours all
aimed at controlling alien technology
for their own purposes.
Youíd have to ask them. Personal profit,
or maybe they think they can do a better
job of defending the planet than we
Why are you telling me all this?
Because Iím guessing thatís who tried
to kill you. Theyíll never get control
of the Gate if the world finds out.
Hmm. (He sits down on the steps to the
Gate. Sam joins him.) When I was young,
all I ever dreamed about was flying.
I had every make of aeroplane ever built
hanging from my ceiling. And then ...
well, I take it you know about my wife
and daughter. (Sam nods.) One of the
downsides of celebrity - we really do
have no secrets. Anyway, after the crash,
I vowed to make flying as safe as it
possibly could be. I really thought
that I could do it better than anyone
You have made a difference.
But nothingís perfect, is it?
Intergalactic travel; advanced alien
civilisations; humans living on other
worlds. I do realise that there may
be bad guys out there too.
You have no idea how bad.
But in the end, we have to believe in
humanity. I mean, who knows, this might
bring us all together as a planet.
If we knew it would play out that way,
then ... (She trails off.)
Youíre afraid that knowing about the
Stargate would fracture the world more
than it already is.
Yeah. Not just stop us fighting the
Goaíuld but end things for good. Weíve
seen it happen on other planets like
Earth. In one case, public revelation
of the Stargate caused an apocalyptic
Oh, that would be the ultimate irony,
wouldnít it?! You secretly save the
world from destruction at the hands
of alien invaders, only for us to destroy
ourselves out of fear, after the fact.
Change your mind?
Not really. I donít think it would happen.
(He stands up and walks to the Stargate,
gesturing at it.) And if a truth of
this magnitude, about the very nature
of human existence, could lead us to
destroy ourselves, then Iíd say we would
deserve it, wouldnít you?
SGC. BRIEFING ROOM. Daniel is watching Julia Donovan on the TV.
Investigators now believe that Alec
Colson created the alien hoax in order
to divert attention from his real corporate
financial problems. (Sam and Colson
come into the room.) Colson, who has
still made no public statement ... (Daniel
switches the TV off.)
ďCorporate financial problems.Ē Whatís
she talking about?
The story broke about an hour ago. The
Presidentís halted trading on the markets.
Your company stock had fallen eighty
percent; the Dow is down over five hundred
points on the whole.
Whatís going on?
The SEC is investigating you for securities
Theyíre saying there are irregularities
in your companyís last two financial
Itís not true! (Sam looks at him.) Come
on! The timing of this ... Iím being
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Vogler is sitting in Colsonís office, drinking.
He finishes a glass and reaches to pour another as Colson and
Sam come in.
Whatís she doing here?
She wants to help, Brian.
Oh good! Why - does she have a time
machine so we can go back and undo everything?
Brian. (He sits down.) Brian, whatís
You wouldnít listen. You wouldnít stop.
(He stands up and moves away.)
So you admit you did this?
Oh! (He gestures grandly.) You go off
on your adventures, you fly your planes,
you drop by every now and then with
a bright idea. Ever since we were kids.
Youíre always biting off more than you
can chew ... and Iím always having to
bail you out.
So you doctored the books?!
I had to. I had to do something. I told
you - we were over-extended; the stock
price was the only thing keeping us
afloat and ... you wouldnít listen.
No, I donít believe this.
Alec - who do you think told the SEC?
Why? Why now? What difference could
it make, Brian? Once the truth came
Alec, I almost died in that plane too!
I still have a family. They tried to
Did you really think that they were
gonna let you tell a secret like this?
Brian! What are you talking about?
They call themselves the Trust. (Alec
looks at Sam. Vogler sinks down onto
a sofa, tearful.) Look, all I know is,
theyíre very powerful, and they think
that Washington abdicated its duty to
protect the planet, maybe even caused
the problem in the first place. They
see it as their responsibility to step
We can fix this.
Itís too late - itís done. It canít
Brian, weíll both go to jail.
Yeah, but my family will be safe.
What about the rest of the people that
work for this company? What about their
Why werenít you thinking about them
three days ago?
How did they know? How did the people
who threatened you know that youíd cooked
the books? How did they know that there
would be enough to indict both you and
(Vogler looks at her, crying. Colson finally realises what Sam
They got to you six months ago.
Alec, they knew what you had. Donít
ask me how. They had to make sure they
could stop you. Youíre wrong, Alec -
true or not, this shouldnít come out.
Worldís not ready.
There must be something we can do.
You signed false financial statements.
No, I mean about the people who tried
to kill us.
All I know is that they operate above
the law and that theyíve threatened
peopleís lives before.
Then we have to bring them down.
Weíve tried, believe me.
Well, we have to try again. (He looks
down at Vogler, who is a picture of
SGC. Jack and SG-1 get out of an elevator.
So Colsonís convinced Vogler to arrange
a meeting with his contact and wear
a wire. Hopefully weíll get enough to
connect them to the rogue NID and then
flip them for someone bigger. Weíre
co-ordinating with Agent Barrett.
At the very least it may restore Colsonís
Well, yeah, especially if it turns out
that someone in direct corporate competition
with Colson Industries was pulling the
strings. (They go into Jackís office
and sit down. Tealíc perches on the
desk at the back of the room.) Unfortunately,
without further evidence, Brian Voglerís
word alone isnít gonna be enough to
undo all the damage already done to
What of Brian Voglerís safety?
Heís under close surveillance. His familyís
been taken into protective custody.
Well - I guess the secret is safe ...
(Jack shrugs. His phone rings and he answers it.)
You know, I wouldnít count Colson out
just yet. He still feels really strongly
that the world should know the truth.
Alright. Thank you. (He hangs up.) Surveillance
just found Brian Vogler dead in his
He hanged himself.
COLSON INDUSTRIES. Sam walks into Colsonís office. He is sitting
on the sofa holding a pistol in his lap.
Alec. (She sees what heís holding and
walks cautiously forward and sits down
next to him.) Iím so sorry about Brian.
I killed him. (He lifts the pistol.)
Might as well have put the gun against
his head and pulled the trigger myself.
You couldnít have known.
You saw how scared he was. I know what
his family meant to him. He was never
going to do anything to put them in
He was my best friend.
He betrayed you.
No! I betrayed him. (He emphasises the
last word with the pistol. Sam flinches
Why donít you put the gun down?
(Colson looks at the pistol and sighs, then looks at Sam.)
My lifeís over, Sam. Everything I worked
for, everything I believed in, held
to be true ...
... still exists. Apparently Congress
is looking into providing relief. The
companies, the employees, will survive.
While I go to jail for something I didnít
Back on the Alpha site you said, no
matter what, you would rather make whatever
time you had left meaningful. Iím here
to give you that chance.
How? By making all the indictments against
me just ... disappear?
I was thinking more along the lines
of making you disappear.
Problem with a guy like me - no place
on Earth I can hide.
Whoís talking about Earth?
(Colson looks at her.)
Oh, no. No, I couldnít let you do that.
Believe me, I wouldnít be here without
the approval of my superiors. Now, the
President wasnít responsible for what
happened to you but heís also not sorry
that you were publicly discredited.
(Colson looks away, unsure.) Please,
Alec, come with me. You can still make
a difference. He who fights and runs
(Colson chuckles briefly, then looks down at the pistol. After
a moment, he puts the pistol down.)
... lives to fight another day. (Sam
nods. He chuckles again.) And no-one
will ever know.
Welcome to my world.