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                                      STARGATE SG1

                                      Episode 804

                                      "ZERO HOUR"

                                           By

                                    Robert C. Cooper


                                     Transcribed by 
 
                                    Callie Sullivan



               SGC. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM. The elevator doors open 
               and Jack exits. Walter is waiting for him and hands him a mug 
               of coffee.
 
                                     WALTER
                         Morning, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Walter.

               (On the screen appear the words “FIVE DAYS TO ZERO HOUR”.)

                                     WALTER
                         At oh seven thirty this morning, SG-8 
                         made scheduled contact from P6J-908. 
                         They requested permission to bring an 
                         alien lifeform back to the base for 
                         further study. (Jack is sniffing his 
                         coffee suspiciously, but now looks at 
                         Walter, who holds up his hand reassuringly.) 
                         Sir, it’s just a plant. Your oh eight 
                         thirty debriefing is SG-2 regarding 
                         their mission to P8F-809. Folder’s on 
                         your desk, and with the personnel files 
                         you have yet to review.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         How many do I have left?

                                     WALTER
                         All of them.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Right! (He and Walter head up the stairs 
                         to the Briefing Room where a man in 
                         a suit  and two technicians are looking 
                         at papers on the table.)
 
                                     WALTER
                         Colonel Rudnell has asked me to show 
                         you some bunting samples, and, um, Captain 
                         Corrigan’s still awaiting approval on 
                         the buffet menu.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Bunting. (Walter shrugs.) (To the man 
                         in the suit.) John.
 
               (Prior turns to face him.)

                                     PRIOR
                         General.

                                     O'NEILL
                         You are aware of the fact that this 
                         is the most secure military facility 
                         on the face of the planet.
 
                                     PRIOR
                         Well, actually, sir, there are still 
                         a number of issues to be resolved.
 
                         
                                     WALTER
                         Ten hundred hours, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Thank you. (He smiles at John and walks 
                         away towards his office. Walter heads 
                         off in another direction. As Jack reaches 
                         the door, he sees a man sitting in the 
                         seat opposite his desk. The man stands 
                         and straightens his jacket. Jack turns 
                         back towards the Briefing Room.)
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Walter!

               (Walter has already returned and is right behind him.)

                                     WALTER
                         Sorry, sir. General O’Neill - Mark Gilmor. 
                         He’s your new administrative aide.
 
                         
                                     GILMOR
                         General.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Did I order a new ...

                                     WALTER
                         No, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Do I really need ...

                                     WALTER
                         Yes, sir.

               (Jack turns to Gilmor.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Civilian?

                                     GILMOR
                         I’ve, uh, been an analyst at the CIA 
                         for the last eight years - mostly background 
                         checks but I did have top-level clearance.
 
                         
                                     WALTER
                         He was assigned by General Hammond.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ah, well, in that case (he walks over 
                         to Gilmor and shakes his hand) welcome 
                         aboard. How about if I give you a tour 
                         around?
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Ah. Had one, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Damn.

                                     GILMOR
                         Very exciting to finally see it all 
                         in action.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Mm.

                                     WALTER
                         General, your oh eight thirty.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yes. (To Gilmor) You’re here to assist 
                         me, right? How about if you dive into 
                         ...
 
                                     WALTER
                         Sir, sir, sir, you really need to read 
                         the file yourself. (Jack looks at him.) 
                         Yeah. Yeah.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thank you, Walter. (He looks at Gilmor, 
                         then turns to Walter again.) Does Mr 
                         Gilmor have ...
 
                                     WALTER
                         Follow me. (The two of them leave the 
                         room, leaving Jack standing there.)
 
                         
               (Walter escorts Gilmor to a nearby office.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Well, he’s not like other generals.
 
                         
                                     WALTER
                         Actually, he’s not like other ... people.
 
                         
                                     GILMOR
                         Ah. (He gestures to the large pile of 
                         papers waiting for him on his desk.) 
                         I take it I’ve got some catching up 
                         to do.
 
                                     WALTER
                         Yeah, and those are just the files pertinent 
                         to today’s agenda, so ... (he nods and 
                         smiles.)
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Well, I’d better get started.

                                     WALTER
                         I can’t tell you how happy we all are 
                         to have you here.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Thank you, Sergeant.

                                     WALTER
                         Really, really happy.

                                     GILMOR
                         Thank you, Sergeant.

               (Walter smiles, then turns and walks away. Gilmor picks up his 
               phone and dials.)
 
                                     GILMOR
                         I’m in position. ... No, sir, he does 
                         not suspect a thing.
 
               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is holding a large rosette of bunting up 
               in front of his face. He lowers it.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Nothing in peridot?

                                     WALTER
                         Well, traditionally, sir, this type 
                         of event calls for red, white and blue.
 
                         
               (Gilmor knocks at the door.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Scuse me, sir, General Hammond is on 
                         the phone from the Pentagon, and SG-1 
                         is here for the thirteen hundred briefing.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thank you. (Gilmor walks away. Jack 
                         looks at Walter.) Walter, I just don’t 
                         have the decorating gene - would you 
                         mind? (He hands his rosette to him.)
 
                         
                                     WALTER
                         Yes, sir. (He gathers up all the bunting 
                         and leaves.)
 
               (Jack sits down and picks up the phone.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Sir. ... General, how are you? ... I 
                         know, sir, but every time I open my 
                         mouth to say ‘George’, ‘General’ comes 
                         out.
 
               (In the Briefing Room, SG-1 and Gilmor are waiting. Sam and Daniel 
               are standing and looking rather impatient, while Teal’c sits 
               at the table. Gilmor stands near the steps down to the Control 
               Room. Jack finishes his conversation with General Hammond and 
               comes out.)
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Okay.

                                     CARTER
                         General.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Colonel! We’ve all met.

                                     DANIEL
                         Yes, actually, we know each other’s 
                         life stories.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         That snippiness?

                                     DANIEL
                         Is that a word?

                                     O'NEILL
                         What you got?

                                     DANIEL
                         A Gate address. A planet formerly in 
                         Anubis’ domain that apparently Ba’al 
                         hasn’t discovered yet.
 
                                     CARTER
                         We believe it may be home to an abandoned 
                         base.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         And just chock full of abandoned weapons? 
                         (He smiles.)
 
                                     DANIEL
                         Wouldn’t you know?!

               (Teal’c comes forward holding a small device.)

                                     TEAL'C
                         This device was procured from Jaffa 
                         formerly loyal to Anubis. It should 
                         allow us access to the base.
 
               (Jack takes the device and looks at it, then turns to Gilmor.)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         When’s the next opening?

                                     GILMOR
                         Oh eight hundred tomorrow morning.
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         Tomorrow?

                                     O'NEILL
                         I’ve got fourteen teams out there.
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         I’m sorry - operations protocol?

                                     O'NEILL
                         Is it? (He hands the device back to 
                         Teal’c.)
 
                                     CARTER
                         Sir, the MALP showed no indication of 
                         any Goa’uld activity.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         I still want SG-3 to cover your flanks.
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         It’s just recon.

                                     O'NEILL
                         All the more reason you can wait another 
                         day.
 
               (The Gate starts dialling in. Alarms sound.)

                                     WALTER
                         Incoming wormhole.

               (Jack looks at Gilmor.)

                                     GILMOR
                         SG-5 and the representatives from Amra 
                         to discuss the pending trade agreement.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Oy! (To SG-1) Love to stay and chat. 
                         (He starts to leave.)
 
                                     DANIEL
                         Jack, if those rebel Jaffa know about 
                         it, it’s only a matter of time before 
                         Ba’al knows about it.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         One day, Daniel! One day.

               (Sam heads off, while Daniel and Teal’c walk to the window to 
               watch SG-5 arrive through the Gate with two men wearing long 
               robes.)
 
                                     DANIEL
                         There’s one negotiation I’m glad I’m 
                         not part of.
 
               
               DOCTOR LEE’S LAB. Jack is looking through a magnifying glass 
               at a plant on the table. The plant, in a large pot, is about 
               six inches tall.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s a plant.

                                     LEE
                         Exactly. Twenty minutes ago it was a 
                         seed.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         E-excuse me, sir, if you don’t mind 
                         my asking - is it really wise to be 
                         bringing alien lifeforms through the 
                         Gate?
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s a plant.

                                     LEE
                         Yeah. And besides, offworld teams follow 
                         strict safety protocols in determining 
                         what to bring back to Earth. Y’know, 
                         if humankind is gonna benefit from what 
                         we find out there, we have to be able 
                         to study it in controlled situations.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s a plant.

                                     LEE
                         I know, I-I know - and I know our mandate 
                         is to seek our new weapons and technology 
                         to defend the planet from our enemies, 
                         but wouldn’t it be cool if we could 
                         exploit the wonders of the galaxy for 
                         other beneficial purposes, like curing 
                         disease or, well - in this case - possibly, 
                         solving world hunger.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Speaking of which ... (He leaves the 
                         room just as the phone rings. Doctor 
                         Lee answers it.)
 
                                     LEE
                         Doctor Lee speaking. ... (He covers 
                         the phone and calls out.) General! They 
                         want you in the Briefing Room!
 
               
               SAM’S LAB. Sam is working on a computer. Daniel and Teal’c walk 
               in.
 
                                     DANIEL
                         Hey! You, uh, wanna get some lunch?
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         No, I’m fine.

                                     DANIEL
                         You just gonna sit in here all day and, 
                         uh ...
 
                                     CARTER
                         I’m not sulking.

                                     DANIEL
                         Working. Gonna say ‘working’.

                                     TEAL'C
                         O’Neill merely believes that ...

                                     CARTER
                         Guys, I’m fine.

                                     DANIEL
                         You can hardly blame him for wanting 
                         to send in back-up. I’m sure it has 
                         nothing to do with you ...
 
                                     CARTER
                         I understand. He’s just being cautious. 
                         (She looks at the two men for a moment. 
                         They smile back at her.) Thanks, guys.
 
                         
               (Daniel and Teal’c leave. Sam smiles fondly.)

               
               CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE BRIEFING ROOM. Jack and Gilmor come out 
               of the elevator to find Major Davis waiting for them.
 
                                     DAVIS
                         General, if I might have a moment with 
                         you. We’re completely stalled. The Amrians 
                         can’t agree with each other, let alone 
                         us. They’re like (he does a ‘yack yack 
                         yack’ motion with his fingers) bickering 
                         children.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Maybe they need a time-out. (He and 
                         Gilmor head towards the Briefing Room.)
 
                         
               
               BRIEFING ROOM. The two Amrian delegates are standing facing each 
               other.
 
                                     AMRIAN 1
                         The Plains of Goran are sacred ground.
 
                         
                                     AMRIAN 2
                         To the Plainsmen.

                                     AMRIAN 1
                         I am a Plainsman.

                                     AMRIAN 2
                         I know.

                                     AMRIAN 1
                         I take offence at that.

                                     AMRIAN 2
                         Offence - now there’s an idea!

                                     O'NEILL
                         Howdy, folks.

                                     AMRIAN 1
                         General, I think it would be best ...
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         What d’you say we take a little break? 
                         All this negotiating, it’s just exhausting, 
                         and you’ve been at it a whole (he consults 
                         his watch) hour already. We’ve prepared 
                         special quarters for you. You can relax, 
                         get a massage, room service, whatever 
                         you need. (He gestures.) C’mon, I’ll 
                         show you. (He heads out of the room. 
                         The delegates follow.)
 
               
               THE ‘SPECIAL QUARTERS’. An airman opens the door to the room. 
               Jack walks in. The delegates follow. The room is not large, and 
               has little furniture apart from a table in the middle of the 
               room with a fruit basket on it.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Huh?! Fellas! (He bends down to pick 
                         up an apple that has fallen to the floor 
                         and tosses it into the air and catches 
                         it.) What d’you think? (The delegates 
                         look at him disbelievingly.) Alright, 
                         so it’s not the Ritz but we do what 
                         we can around here. (He walks towards 
                         the door.) Knock twice when you’re ready 
                         to talk like adults, alright?
 
                                     AMRIAN 1
                         W-w-wait, General!

                                     AMRIAN 2
                         You don’t expect us to share one room?!
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Not ... amicably at first, but I have 
                         great hope for you boys.
 
               (The delegates run towards the door but Jack slams it shut and 
               locks it before waving the key in the delegates’ faces through 
               the window in the door.)
 
                                     AMRIAN 1
                         You can’t do this!

                                     AMRIAN 2
                         Open this door at once!

               (Jack tosses the key to the airman standing outside.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Nobody gets out. (He walks away.)

               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack walks in, sits down, opens up a laptop on 
               his desk and starts to type. A voiceover relays what he is typing.
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Dear General Hammond. Wish you were 
                         here and that I was not.
 
               (The phone rings. Jack picks it up.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         O’Neill. (Fade out.)

               
               SGC. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM. The elevator doors open 
               and Jack exits. Gilmor is waiting for him.
 
               (On the screen appear the words “FOUR DAYS TO ZERO HOUR”.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Good morning, sir. (Jack turns as if 
                         to go back into the elevator but then 
                         reluctantly turns back to face Gilmor 
                         again.) The delegates from Amra are 
                         furious - they are demanding to be released 
                         and say there’s no chance that a trade 
                         agreement will ever happen between our 
                         governments now.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Did they try the donuts? You made sure 
                         they were Krispy Kremes, right?
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Uh, shall I release them and send them 
                         home, sir?
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Give ‘em another day.

                                     GILMOR
                         But, sir, I ...

                                     O'NEILL
                         No coffee?

                                     GILMOR
                         Uh, sorry, I can get some ...

                                     O'NEILL
                         What’s next?

                                     GILMOR
                         Uh, well, uh, Doctor Lee needs to see 
                         you right away concerning the plant 
                         from P6J-908; uh, SG-1 and -3 are in 
                         the Gateroom preparing to embark; and, 
                         oh, it turns out that the red, white 
                         and blue bunting is ... unavailable.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         No bunting.

                                     GILMOR
                         They can get some blue and white and 
                         mix in some red.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         It just won’t be the same. (He walks 
                         away.)
 
               
               GATEROOM. The Gate whooshes. The side door opens and Jack walks 
               in. SG-1 and SG-3 are already waiting.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Good morning, people. Sure wish I was 
                         going with you, but I’ve got a big day 
                         planned, tasting menu items for the 
                         buffet!
 
               (Daniel and SG-3 head up the ramp.)

                                     CARTER
                         Have fun, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         You know I will. (More seriously.) Watch 
                         your back. (Sam heads up the ramp. As 
                         Teal’c walks past him, Jack taps him.) 
                         Mind the curfew. (He turns and wistfully 
                         watches everyone go through the Gate.)
 
                         
               
               P2X-887. It’s yet another planet with lots of trees. SG-1 and 
               SG-3 come through the Gate into a clearing.
 
                                     CARTER
                         SG-3, hold here.

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Colonel?

                                     CARTER
                         Colonel?

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Boscoe and Peterson can watch the Gate.
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         We’re fine. Simple recon - we’ll stay 
                         in radio contact. (She and the rest 
                         of SG-1 walk away.)
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         Standard perimeter.

               
               SGC. DOCTOR LEE’S LAB. The plant has taken over the lab. It’s 
               all up the walls, all over the desks and floor. Siler is hacking 
               at part of it. Lee comes over to Jack.
 
                                     LEE
                         Well, the good news is it hasn’t eaten 
                         anybody yet.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, thank you, Seymour!

                                     LEE
                         Yeah, obviously we underestimated its 
                         growth properties. It seems to respond 
                         really dramatically to any kind of visible 
                         light. (Jack looks at him for a moment, 
                         then turns and flicks the light switch 
                         on the wall. The lights go out. Jack 
                         turns again to look at Lee.) Yeah, well, 
                         I thought of that. I just thought you 
                         might like to see it. (Jack rolls his 
                         eyes and turns to go. The plant is already 
                         out in the corridor, covering the walls.) 
                         Don’t worry, we’ll get it under control. 
                         (Jack walks off.) Sir? (He looks up 
                         at the foliage over his head, looking 
                         rather pleased with himself.)
 
               
               P2X-887. SG-1 are carrying out their recon. Teal’c squats down 
               to look at something on the ground.
 
                                     TEAL'C
                         There are signs of recent Jaffa activity 
                         in the area.
 
               (Sam and Daniel walk over to join him.)

                                     CARTER
                         Try the wrist device again.

                                     TEAL'C
                         I have tried it several times. (He activates 
                         it again.)
 
                                     CARTER
                         I’m getting some faint energy readings.
 
                         
               (Transporter rings rise up around the three of them and whisk 
               them away.)
 
               
               P2X-887. STARGATE. Reynolds looks at his watch, then activates 
               his radio.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         SG-1 leader, this is SG-3 leader, come 
                         in? (There is no response.) Peterson, 
                         you’re with me. Boscoe, if we don’t 
                         make radio contact in ten minutes, dial 
                         Earth and report in. (He glances upward.) 
                         Take cover! (Everybody ducks as an alkesh 
                         flies right over their heads, then flies 
                         off. Reynolds turns to watch it go.) 
                         Son of a bitch!
 
               
               SGC. JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is doing paperwork and looking very 
               tired. Gilmor knocks on the door.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Sir, Colonel Reynolds has dialled in 
                         from P2X-887. He’s lost contact with 
                         SG-1.
 
               
               CONTROL ROOM. Reynolds is reporting in via the camera on the 
               MALP.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         One alkesh. It buzzed the Gate and flew 
                         off. No sign of the enemy since then, 
                         sir. I’ve been unable to make radio 
                         contact with SG-1 (he consults his watch) 
                         going on nineteen minutes. Requesting 
                         back-up and permission to begin searching.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         SG-10 and -12. (Gilmor leaves the room. 
                         Jack turns back to the microphone.) 
                         Back-up on the way.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         Thank you, sir. (He switches off the 
                         camera.)
 
               
               CORRIDOR. The alien plant is all around the walls. Jack and Lee 
               walk down the corridor.
 
                                     LEE
                         We’ll have to close down the entire 
                         level; seal it off. Not only does it 
                         have amazing growth properties but it’s 
                         proving extremely difficult to eradicate. 
                         (They round a corner and see Siler using 
                         a flamethrower on the plant with no 
                         result. Lee sneezes.) We think it’s, 
                         uh, using the ventilation shafts to 
                         spread airborne spores.
 
               (Alarms sound. Jack heads for the Gateroom.)

               
               CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE GATEROOM. SG-3, -10 and -12 are coming out 
               of the Gateroom. Jack meets Colonel Reynolds at the doorway to 
               the Gateroom.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         We looked everywhere. No sign of them. 
                         I’m sorry, sir.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         You were there to watch their backs.
 
                         
                                     REYNOLDS
                         Yes, sir. Colonel Carter insisted we 
                         secure the Gate.
 
               (Alarms sound as the Gate starts dialling in.)

                                     WALTER
                         Unauthorised incoming wormhole.

               (Jack and Reynolds go back into the Gateroom. Jack looks up to 
               the Control Room and opens his hands in a ‘what?’ gesture.)
 
               
                                     WALTER
                         No IDC yet, sir.

               (There’s a shimmering, and a hologram of Ba’al appears at the 
               bottom of the ramp. All the SFs raise their weapons.)
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Stand down, boys. (To Ba’al) And what 
                         do you want?
 
                                     BA’AL
                         I have your friends.

                                     O'NEILL
                         And?

                                     BA’AL
                         I propose an exchange.

                                     O'NEILL
                         For what?

                                     BA’AL
                         Not what - whom.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Whatever.

                                     BA’AL
                         Camulus.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Who?

                                     BA’AL
                         I’ll transmit a Gate address. You will 
                         send him to me if you want to see your 
                         friends alive again.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Let me think about it.

                                     BA’AL
                         You have one day.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Is that, like, one Earth day, or ... 
                         (he shrugs).
 
               (Ba’al’s image disappears.)

               
               SGC. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM. The elevator doors open 
               and Jack exits. Gilmor is waiting for him and hands him a mug 
               of coffee.
 
               (On the screen appear the words “THREE DAYS TO ZERO HOUR”.)
 
               
                                     GILMOR
                         Nothing reported from the teams in the 
                         field, rebel Jaffa, the Tok’Ra (Jack 
                         hands the mug to Siler as he walks past), 
                         nobody seems to have any intel on SG-1; 
                         and as ordered Camulus is being transferred 
                         here from the facility where he was 
                         being held. He should be here shortly.
 
                         
               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Colonel Reynolds hands Jack a file.

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Even if we did comply and send Camulus 
                         to the address Ba’al transmitted, we 
                         can’t risk opening the iris here to 
                         let SG-1 through. This could all be 
                         a trick to get us to do just that.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         I know.

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Any type of exchange would have to involve 
                         a Stargate on another planet. (He nods 
                         at the file.) I made some suggestions. 
                         (Gilmor comes to the door and stands 
                         there.) Are you really considering turning 
                         Camulus over to Ba’al?
 
               (Gilmor looks concerned.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s on the table.

               (Gilmor knocks on the door. Jack gestures him in.)

                                     GILMOR
                         He’s here. (He hands Jack another file.)
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Colonel, have your team ready. (He gets 
                         up and leaves the room.)
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         Yes, sir.

                                     GILMOR
                         Isn’t it already too late?

                                     REYNOLDS
                         General O’Neill was once captured by 
                         Ba’al. He was tortured, killed, and 
                         brought back to life using a sarcophagus 
                         more times than you would care to imagine. 
                         SG-1 never gave up then, and General 
                         O’Neill won’t now. There isn’t a man 
                         or woman on this base that would. (He 
                         walks away.)
 
               
               CELL. Camulus, dressed in grey overalls, is seated at a table 
               with two guards standing behind him. Jack comes in.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ba’al has three of my people, and he’s 
                         offered up an exchange.
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         For me.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Any idea why?

                                     CAMULUS
                         There are many possible reasons.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Pick one. (Camulus doesn’t reply.) Nothin’? 
                         You offered to help us if we granted 
                         you asylum.
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         I did not expect to be treated like 
                         a prisoner.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         You’re a Goa’uld!

                                     CAMULUS
                         What are you going to do?

                                     O'NEILL
                         Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t 
                         turn you over.
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         Ba’al cannot be trusted.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah.

                                     CAMULUS
                         No matter what you do, he will never 
                         return your friends to you.
 
               (Jack nods.)

               
               CORRIDOR. Camulus, with his hands handcuffed behind his back, 
               is being marched towards the Gateroom. Alarms are sounding, suggesting 
               that the Gate is dialling out. Jack follows along behind, and 
               Gilmor falls in beside him.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         I thought you were just going to question 
                         him.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         He didn’t have the right answers.

                                     GILMOR
                         General, this goes against official 
                         policy regarding prisoner exchanges.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         He’s not a prisoner. He requested asylum 
                         - I’m ungranting it.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         You could be court martialled.

                                     O'NEILL
                         You know, if it gets my team back, I 
                         don’t care.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         But you know it won’t - you’re sacrificing 
                         him for nothing.
 
               (Jack turns into the Gateroom where Camulus’ guards are waiting 
               just inside.)
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Go, go, go.

               (The guards move Camulus deeper into the Gateroom. The Gate is 
               indeed dialling out. Gilmor goes up into the Control Room to 
               stand next to Walter. The Gate whooshes.)
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Let’s take a walk, you and me. C’mon. 
                         (He takes Camulus by the arm and walks 
                         him up the ramp. When they reach the 
                         event horizon, Jack lets him go and 
                         turns to face him.) I’ve done everything 
                         I can. It’s up to you. Last chance.
 
                         
                                     CAMULUS
                         In spite of what you think, I am not 
                         a coward.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         I think you are. (Camulus turns away 
                         from him and faces the event horizon, 
                         ready to go through. Jack rolls his 
                         eyes.) Well, it was worth a try. (He 
                         turns Camulus around and walks him back 
                         down the ramp.) (To the guards.) Take 
                         him back to his cell.
 
               (In the Control Room, Gilmor looks at Walter in confusion.)
 
               
                                     WALTER
                         It was a bluff.

               (On the ramp, Jack holds his arms out in an ‘Oh well’ gesture.)
 
               
               
               CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM. Jack swipes his card through 
               the reader to call the elevator. Gilmor comes to join him.
 
               
                                     GILMOR
                         You could have told me, sir. How can 
                         I do my job if you don’t trust me?
 
                         
               (Jack walks into the elevator.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Not my problem. (He pushes a button.)
 
                         
                                     GILMOR
                         Wait, wait, wait, Camulus would like 
                         to talk to you. (The doors close.)
 
                         
               
               CELL. Jack walks into Camulus’ cell. Camulus is standing, agitated.
 
               
                                     CAMULUS
                         I cannot stay here. If Ba’al is truly 
                         so determined to have revenge, he will 
                         not stop at this. It is not safe for 
                         you to harbour me any more.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         So what?

                                     CAMULUS
                         I am saying I am willing to leave.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Out of the goodness of your heart?(!)
 
                         
                                     CAMULUS
                         Of course not. (He looks round at his 
                         guards.) When I asked for asylum I did 
                         not expect to rot in a cell for the 
                         rest of my life.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, work with me. Give me something. 
                         I’ll see what I can do.
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         I can tell you a planet where there 
                         is a device created by the Ancients.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         What’s it do?

                                     CAMULUS
                         I do not know. I never could discover 
                         its secrets. Perhaps you can.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         You think this is what Ba’al’s really 
                         after?
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         While I never disclosed its location, 
                         I once made the mistake of bragging 
                         that I had found the device at a meeting 
                         of the System Lords.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Hard to believe, you bragging(!) (Camulus 
                         looks at him. Jack smiles in a conciliatory 
                         way.)
 
               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is continuing to type his letter to General 
               Hammond. Again, a voiceover relays what he is typing.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         I knew it wasn’t easy for you, but had 
                         I known what it was really like, I would 
                         have tried to be less ... of a pain 
                         in the ... ass. At least, I would have 
                         tried harder.
 
               (Alarms go off.)

                                     WALTER
                         Unscheduled offworld activation.

               
               CONTROL ROOM. Jack runs down the stairs and goes over to the 
               control desk.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Walter?

                                     WALTER
                         Receiving SG-3’s IDC, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Open it. (He heads out of the room.)
 
                         
                                     WALTER
                         Yes, sir. (He puts his hand on the palm 
                         scanner and the iris opens.)
 
               
               GATEROOM. Jack comes in as SG-3 come through the Gate.

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Just like you said, sir, some sort of 
                         Ancient device, the size of a large 
                         room.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Any idea what it does?

                                     REYNOLDS
                         I’ll leave that up to the tech guys. 
                         But I can tell you this: (he smiles 
                         smugly) I know why he couldn’t turn 
                         it on.
 
               
               BRIEFING ROOM. Reynolds opens a case he brought back. Inside 
               is a power device identical to the one that Jack brought back 
               from Proklarush Taonas to work the Ancient chair in Antarctica.
 
               
                                     REYNOLDS
                         It wasn’t plugged in.

                                     GILMOR
                         What is it?

                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s a ZPM.

                                     GILMOR
                         What’s that?

                                     LEE
                         A Zero Point Module. Um, it’s an Ancient 
                         power source that draws its energy from 
                         subspace.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         It’s the only thing powerful enough 
                         to activate the Ancient defence weapons 
                         SG-1 found down in Antarctica. The one 
                         we have is pretty much dead ...
 
               (Lee has been running a gadget over the ZPM. The gadget starts 
               beeping.)
 
                                     LEE
                         We-he-hell, this one sure isn’t!

                                     GILMOR
                         How good is it?

                                     LEE
                         Well, I’m gonna have to do some more 
                         detailed analysis but these preliminary 
                         readings indicate at least fifty percent 
                         capacity.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Well, that’s, that’s good, isn’t it?
 
                         
               (Jack shrugs. At that moment, all the lights go out, and the 
               emergency lighting comes on.)
 
                                     LEE
                         Scuse me. (He leaves the room.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s that damn plant.

               
               CONTROL ROOM. The computers go down. Walter picks up a phone.
 
               
                                     WALTER
                         We’ve lost power to all control systems. 
                         ... Yes, sir. (He hangs up.)
 
               
               CORRIDOR. Jack comes out of an elevator. The plant is all around 
               the walls outside the elevator.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         We paid the electric bill. I checked.
 
                         
                                     LEE
                         The plant is in the wall. It’s interfering 
                         with power and communication lines.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         There’s no light in the walls.

                                     LEE
                         I know, but as long as any part of it 
                         is exposed to light, it seems like it 
                         can feed the unexposed areas. Now, I’m 
                         recommending we keep the whole base 
                         on minimal emergency lighting, just 
                         until we get the problem under control.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         How long?

                                     LEE
                         Well, that’s a little difficult to say, 
                         because first we have to figure out 
                         how to get the problem under control.
 
                         
               (Jack nods mock-understandingly. Lee sneezes.)

               
               CONTROL ROOM. Jack walks in.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Where are we?

                                     WALTER
                         The dialling computer’s offline.

                                     SILER
                         There must be a circuit board that got 
                         fried when we tried to restore power 
                         to the system.
 
                                     WALTER
                         Incoming wormholes will connect and 
                         we can still receive radio communication 
                         and IDCs but ...
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         The iris?

                                     WALTER
                         Manual control.

                                     O'NEILL
                         What about dialling the Gate manually?
 
                         
                                     SILER
                         Uh, that’s a problem. The inner ring 
                         seems to be locked in place. We tried 
                         disconnecting the control interface 
                         but ... (he shrugs)
 
                                     WALTER
                         There was a Gate diagnostic running 
                         when the power went down. Could be something 
                         to do with the commands being exchanged 
                         at the time.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Bottom line.

                                     WALTER
                         We can’t dial out.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Okay.

               
               TWO DAYS TO ZERO HOUR.

               SGC. The base is still on emergency lighting only. Gilmor opens 
               the door to a room where Jack is sleeping. He walks over and 
               taps his back gently. Jack doesn’t stir. Gilmor shakes him. Jack 
               wakes.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         What? Oh, God.

                                     GILMOR
                         Sorry to wake you, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Feels like it’s been ten minutes.

                                     GILMOR
                         Yeah, it has. There’s an incoming wormhole 
                         - Ba’al wants to talk.
 
               
               GATEROOM. Jack and Gilmor walk in. Ba’al’s hologram is standing 
               on the ramp.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ba’al - sorry to keep you waiting. Just 
                         taking a little nap.
 
                                     BA’AL
                         The deadline has passed.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah, look, we’re having a little technical 
                         difficulty here.
 
                                     BA’AL
                         Are your friends’ lives meaningless 
                         to you?
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Hey! This is not a stall tactic. I would 
                         have called you sooner but we can’t 
                         dial out at the moment.
 
                                     BA’AL
                         Why not?

                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, I’m not really sure. Here’s some 
                         irony for you: Carter - have this thing 
                         fixed like that. (He clicks his fingers, 
                         then turns to the Control Room.) No 
                         offence there, Siler.
 
                                     SILER
                         Uh, none taken, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Good. (He turns back to Ba’al.) So, 
                         why don’t you just send her on through. 
                         Before you know it you’ll have old Camel-ass 
                         back in your grubby little mitts.
 
                         
                                     BA’AL
                         You dare mock me.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Ba’al, c’mon, you should know ... Of 
                         course I dare mock you.
 
                                     BA’AL
                         You have one more day. (His image disappears.)
 
                         
                                     GILMOR
                         Is it really wise to provoke him?

                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s what I do.

               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is talking with Major Davis and Colonel Reynolds.
 
               
                                     DAVIS
                         Over two years ago, the Tok’Ra provided 
                         us with the formula for a Goa’uld poison 
                         they’d developed. We’ve been modifying 
                         it - manufacturing as much as we can 
                         use as a defensive option in the event 
                         of another attack on Earth. Area 51 
                         is confirming that there is currently 
                         enough to negate a sizeable enemy force.
 
                         
                                     REYNOLDS
                         We think we can effectively neutralise 
                         and invade three Goa’uld-occupied planets.
 
                         
                                     DAVIS
                         Now, the poison is non-persistent, so 
                         a limited time before potential reinforcements 
                         become a factor.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         And determining which of Ba’al’s planets 
                         to target is still an educated guess.
 
                         
                                     DAVIS
                         We’re still gathering intel on exactly 
                         where SG-1’s being held.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         This poison - does it kill Jaffa as 
                         well as Goa’uld?
 
                                     DAVIS
                         That’s right.

                                     O'NEILL
                         How many casualties are we talking about?
 
                         
               (Davis opens his mouth but Reynolds answers.)

                                     REYNOLDS
                         Thousands. Tens of thousands.

                                     O'NEILL
                         So it’s not really a rescue plan - it’s 
                         a full-scale attack.
 
                                     REYNOLDS
                         That would most certainly provoke a 
                         reaction - possibly another attack on 
                         Earth.
 
                                     DAVIS
                         But considering the fact that we now 
                         have a ZPM to power the Ancient defences, 
                         I don’t think ...
 
               (Gilmor knocks on the door.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Sorry to interrupt, sir, but Camulus 
                         is insisting that he speak with you 
                         again.
 
               
               CAMULUS’ CELL.

                                     CAMULUS
                         Did you not find something of value 
                         on the planet of which I spoke?
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Oh, yeah, we did.

                                     CAMULUS
                         Then why have you not released me? Or 
                         do you still believe you can trade me 
                         for your friends?
 
               
               CORRIDOR. Doctor Lee and Gilmor are walking along through the 
               heavy foliage. Lee is wearing a radiation suit.
 
                                     LEE
                         Gamma radiation seems to work. We’re 
                         preparing a method of delivering a strong 
                         enough level to the entire base all 
                         at once. Now, non-essential personnel 
                         are going to have to be evacuated; everyone 
                         else is going to have to wear protective 
                         suits. You have to get General O’Neill 
                         to sign off on this right away.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Y-you know, he hasn’t slept in over 
                         two days.
 
                                     LEE
                         Yeah. That’s why I’m asking you to do 
                         it!
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Right.

               
               CORRIDOR. Jack and John Prior (the President’s advance man) are 
               walking along another plant-infested corridor. Both are wearing 
               radiation suits.
 
                                     PRIOR
                         I’m cancelling the President’s visit.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Really? Why would you do that?!

                                     PRIOR
                         I’m surprised you can joke at a time 
                         like this.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Ah, it’s pretty much all I can do at 
                         the moment.
 
                                     PRIOR
                         The flagship team is in the hands of 
                         the enemy. You can’t dial the Stargate. 
                         The base is overrun by an alien plant!
 
                         
               (They reach an elevator.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         We did find a ZPM.

                                     PRIOR
                         Sure.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Give it another day.

                                     PRIOR
                         You think you can get everything resolved 
                         by then?
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Wait a minute - think there’s a joke 
                         in there somewhere. (They get into the 
                         elevator. As the doors close ...) Got 
                         nothing.
 
               
               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is continuing to type his letter to General 
               Hammond. Again, a voiceover relays what he is typing.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         And so I regretfully submit my resignation. 
                         And to be clear - the regret is not 
                         so much about the resigning part but 
                         the fact that I was deluded enough to 
                         think I had possessed even one iota 
                         of the ability needed to fill your sizeable 
                         and shiny shoes.
 
               (The lights come on. Gilmor knocks on the door.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Doctor Lee just called down, sir. He 
                         feels confident the plant has been fully 
                         eradicated.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         I wish I did.

                                     GILMOR
                         Oh, and the dialling computer is back 
                         online.
 
               
               CORRIDOR. Camulus is again being escorted to the Gateroom.

               
               CONTROL ROOM. Jack, Walter and Gilmor watch as Camulus is brought 
               into the Gateroom. The Gate is dialling out.
 
                                     WALTER
                         Chevron four encoded.

               (Gilmor turns to Jack.)

                                     GILMOR
                         You’re releasing him?

                                     O'NEILL
                         We made a deal. We got a ZPM.

                                     GILMOR
                         Look, I know we can finally dial Pegasus 
                         again and still defend Earth if we have 
                         to but ...
 
                                     WALTER
                         Chevron five encoded.

               (The phone rings. Gilmor answers it.)

                                     GILMOR
                         Control Room. ... (He holds the phone 
                         out to Jack.) It’s Doctor Lee - he says 
                         it’s important.
 
               (Jack takes the phone.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah. ... (He turns to Walter.) Abort 
                         the dialling procedure.
 
               (The Gate shuts down. Camulus turns and looks up into the Control 
               Room.)
 
               
               DOCTOR LEE’S LAB. The ZPM is on a table and is glowing.

                                     LEE
                         Basically, it shouldn’t be glowing like 
                         this.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Why is it?

                                     LEE
                         Well, it’s funny really ...

                                     O'NEILL
                         I like funny.

                                     LEE
                         No, this isn’t the good kind of funny. 
                         I-I-I think it was the gamma radiation 
                         we used to kill the plant that revealed 
                         this.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Revealed what?

                                     LEE
                         It illuminated a substance foreign to 
                         what we know to be the normal molecular 
                         make-up of a ZPM.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         And?

                                     LEE
                         Well, we managed to scrape some microscopic 
                         fragments from the casing and run some 
                         tests and, uh, well, (he picks up two 
                         pairs of safety goggles with flip-over 
                         dark lenses and hands them to Jack) 
                         you’re gonna want these.
 
               (Jack hands one pair to Gilmor and they both put them on. Lee 
               goes over to a computer bank at the edge of the room. Jack looks 
               around the room with his goggles, then flips the dark lenses 
               down to cover his eyes.)
 
                                     LEE
                         This is what happens when you introduce 
                         a constant electric charge.
 
               (On the table is a metal tray containing the microscopic fragments. 
               Lee presses a button and there’s a large explosion on the tray.)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         The ZPM is booby-trapped?

                                     LEE
                         We were gonna send it to Antarctica! 
                         Look, can you imagine if someone had 
                         taken it and plugged it into the chair 
                         in the Ancient outpost? I-I can’t even 
                         imagine the magnitude of the explosion. 
                         A charged ZPM detonating that - I don’t 
                         know, I mean, it could have destroyed 
                         the whole planet.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         That’s why Camulus was so eager to leave.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Can you undo it?

                                     LEE
                         Uh, well, you know we haven’t actually 
                         ...
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yes or no?

               (Lee shakes his head negatively.)

               
               CAMULUS’ CELL.

                                     CAMULUS
                         I have no idea what you’re talking about.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         When you couldn’t figure out what the 
                         Ancient device was for, you tampered 
                         with the power source so nobody else 
                         could.
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         I did nothing of the kind.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Cami.

                                     CAMULUS
                         Worth a try.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Here’s the deal: how’d you like a chance 
                         to kill Ba’al?
 
                                     CAMULUS
                         An exchange. You want me to use the 
                         Ancient device to trade for the lives 
                         of your friends.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Exactly.

                                     CAMULUS
                         Amusing.

               
               GATEROOM. The Gate whooshes. Camulus, now back in his Goa’uld 
               clothes, is waiting at the bottom of the ramp with SG-3. Jack 
               walks in with a small case, lays it flat in Colonel Reynolds’ 
               hands and opens the case to show Camulus the ZPM inside.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Alright?

                                     CAMULUS
                         Coming with me?

                                     REYNOLDS
                         We’re taking you to another planet first. 
                         We’ll wait for SG-1 there. (He pushes 
                         Camulus up the ramp. The rest of SG-3 
                         follow and all of them go through the 
                         Gate.)
 
               
               LATER. GATEROOM. The Gate has dialled in. Jack walks in.

                                     WALTER
                         Receiving SG-3’s IDC, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Open it.

               (The iris opens and SG-3 come through - alone.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         You’re late.

                                     REYNOLDS
                         We thought we’d give it an extra hour, 
                         sir. We knew it was a long shot.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thank you, Colonel. Dismissed.

               (SG-3 leave the Gateroom. Jack stands alone, staring at the Gate 
               for a while, before turning and leaving.)
 
               
               ONE DAY TO ZERO HOUR.

               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is again typing. Gilmor comes to the door 
               and knocks.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         Sir. Uh, Colonel Reynolds would like 
                         a moment.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Fine.

                                     GILMOR
                         He’s in the Gateroom, sir.

               
               GATEROOM. Jack walks in to find all the SG teams waiting there 
               for him. Jack walks over to Reynolds.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         What’s goin’ on?

                                     REYNOLDS
                         General, we just wanted you to know, 
                         whatever you decide, we’re behind you 
                         one hundred percent. You just need to 
                         give the order and we’re ready to go.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         I know you are, Colonel. Thank you. 
                         (He looks round at all the others and 
                         sees their looks of determination and 
                         resolution.) All of you. (He looks at 
                         Reynolds again.) Dismissed. (He leaves 
                         the Gateroom.)
 
               
               LOCKER ROOM. Jack is dressing in casual clothes to go home. He 
               goes to his locker to get his jacket. As he closes the locker 
               door he sees the names printed on the two lockers next to his 
               - TEAL’C and D. JACKSON. He looks at the names for a while, then 
               leaves the room.
 
               
               CORRIDOR. Jack walks along towards the elevator. As he swipes 
               his card through the reader, Siler walks past behind him.
 
                                     SILER
                         Good night, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Good night, Siler.

               (The elevator arrives and Jack gets in and presses a button. 
               As the doors begin to close, alarms begin to sound. Jack slams 
               his arm into the gap between the doors to prevent them from closing 
               fully, then forces the doors open again.)
 
                                     TANNOY
                         Unscheduled offworld activation.

               
               CORRIDOR. As Jack and various SFs run towards the Gateroom, Gilmor 
               runs to meet Jack.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         It’s SG-1’s identification code. Sergeant 
                         O’Brien transmitted a ‘hold’ signal 
                         back through the Gate and is awaiting 
                         your instruction.
 
                                     
                         for those who saw “From Stargate to 
                         Atlantis”, this is the cameo role by 
                         Pierre Bernard from “Late Night with 
                         Conan O’Brien”.])
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         O’Brien?

                                     O’BRIEN
                         We have audio contact, sir - it’s Colonel 
                         Carter.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter?

                                     CARTER
                         We’re under heavy fire, sir, open the 
                         iris.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Negative.

               (Offworld, SG-1 are under attack from a large number of Jaffa.)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Can you reroute?

                                     CARTER
                         Negative - the DHD is no longer accessible.
 
                         
               (SG-1 continue to fire at the Jaffa as they talk with SGC.)
 
               
                                     DANIEL
                         Jack, what’s goin’ on?!

                                     O'NEILL
                         You’ve been in enemy hands. You know 
                         the protocol. We’ve no way of knowing 
                         if your iris code is secure.
 
                                     DANIEL
                         What the hell are you talking about?!
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         You were captured by Ba’al.

                                     DANIEL
                         Ba’al?! We’re on P2X-887! We were trapped 
                         in Anubis’ secret base and when we came 
                         out a Jaffa force was waiting for us 
                         at the Gate.
 
               (Teal’c fires at some more Jaffa, then turns to Sam.)

                                     TEAL'C
                         It appears these Jaffa are loyal to 
                         Ba’al.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Sir, the Gate’s gonna shut down and 
                         we won’t be able to dial out again.
 
                         
               (Jack thinks for a moment, then turns to O’Brien.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Open it. (The iris opens. Jack speaks 
                         into the microphone.) You’re clear.
 
                         
               (Staff blasts come through the Gate. A few moments later, Sam, 
               Teal’c and Daniel run through. The iris closes behind them.)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         Nice! (He runs down to the Gateroom 
                         to meet his team.) Hey, guys.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Thank you, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         So - trapped in a secret base all this 
                         time. Go figure.
 
                                     TEAL'C
                         The wrist device allowed us access.
 
                         
                                     DANIEL
                         We couldn’t get back out.

                                     CARTER
                         You thought Ba’al had captured us?
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         That’s what he said.

                                     CARTER
                         How did he even know we were missing?
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Reynolds saw an alkesh.

                                     DANIEL
                         Ba’al must have had his Jaffa looking 
                         for the base.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Probably intercepted any radio chatter.
 
                         
                                     TEAL'C
                         That would explain the ambush.

                                     CARTER
                         Ba’al’s Jaffa couldn’t find the base 
                         but they figured if we turned up ...
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         It’s a great story. More importantly, 
                         did Anubis leave anything cool behind?
 
                         
               (Sam looks embarrassed.)

                                     DANIEL
                         Not really, no.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Nuts.

               
               CORRIDOR. The walls are decorated with bunting (red, white and 
               blue!). Sam is walking along in her dress uniform. Jack, dressed 
               less formally, meets her.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Colonel Carter! How are ya?

                                     CARTER
                         I’m good. Thanks for asking.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah.

                                     CARTER
                         You not gonna dress for the occasion, 
                         sir?
 
               (Jack looks down at his clothes.)

                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, you know me, I love dressing up. 
                         I was just on my way.
 
               (He starts to leave but Sam interrupts.)

                                     CARTER
                         Sir, I wanted to talk to you ...

                                     O'NEILL
                         Carter, your evaluation is done. And 
                         I think you’d be very pleased.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Really?

                                     O'NEILL
                         You had doubts?

                                     CARTER
                         Honestly? I was wondering whether you 
                         were completely confident in my leadership 
                         skills.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Aren’t you?

                                     CARTER
                         I’ve been second-guessing myself for 
                         ordering SG-3 to remain at the Gate.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Oh, pshaw! (He and Sam start to walk 
                         down the corridor.) It was standard 
                         recon. Your tactics in dealing with 
                         the ambush - perfect. You should read 
                         what Teal’c and Daniel wrote about your 
                         conduct under fire.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Can I?

                                     O'NEILL
                         No.

                                     CARTER
                         Damn!

                                     O'NEILL
                         Teal’c said you were an animal.

                                     CARTER
                         Huh! Such an exaggerator.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah, isn’t he? (They reach the locker 
                         room.) Well, this is where I go to take 
                         off the clothes I prefer and don the 
                         clothes I abhor. (He opens the door 
                         and starts to go in but Sam steps forward.)
 
                         
                                     CARTER
                         Uh, sir, quickly, I wanted to talk to 
                         you about something else. I was reading 
                         Doctor Lee’s report about the tainted 
                         ZPM. I think he may have underestimated 
                         the explosive potential. It could have 
                         actually destroyed the entire solar 
                         system.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         What’s the difference?

                                     CARTER
                         Well, my point is, if we figured it 
                         out, so could Ba’al. He could use it 
                         as a weapon against us.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         All true, Carter - which is exactly 
                         why I didn’t give Camulus the tainted 
                         one.
 
                                     CARTER
                         Sir?

                                     O'NEILL
                         I gave him the dead one. It’s worthless, 
                         right?
 
                                     CARTER
                         Ba’al’s gonna be pretty pissed at Camulus.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Yeah.

               (Sam grins.)

               
               ZERO HOUR.

               JACK’S OFFICE. Jack is seated at his desk. He now has his dress 
               uniform on, though his jacket is on the back of the other chair. 
               He has a letter printed out in front of him and is looking at 
               it while tapping his pen on the desk. Gilmor comes to the door 
               and knocks.
 
                                     GILMOR
                         General, the President’s motorcade is 
                         through the gates - he should be getting 
                         on the elevator momentarily. (He sighs.) 
                         Sir, I-I think you should know I’ll 
                         be leaving tomorrow.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Really?

                                     GILMOR
                         Yes, sir. The truth is, I’ve been here 
                         on a temporary special assignment from 
                         the President.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Oh?

                                     GILMOR
                         Sort of a civilian audit, if you will.
 
                         
                                     O'NEILL
                         Of the SGC?

                                     GILMOR
                         Of you.

               (Jack stands up and walks slowly towards Gilmore. As Jack is 
               significantly taller than Gilmor, Gilmor looks very nervous.)
 
               
                                     O'NEILL
                         I know.

                                     GILMOR
                         You do?!

                                     O'NEILL
                         General Hammond told me.

                                     GILMOR
                         Well, he wasn’t supposed to.

                                     O'NEILL
                         Well, don’t tell anyone!

                                     GILMOR
                         Ah. Well, then, you know the President 
                         wanted to make sure you were settling 
                         in before he came and shook your hand 
                         and fully endorsed you as the leader 
                         of this base.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Uh-huh.

                                     GILMOR
                         Obviously, he’s here, so, uh - what 
                         I mean is I just want you to know how 
                         much respect I have for what you do 
                         here - and for you.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         Thanks. Shall we? (He takes his jacket 
                         off the chair and starts to put it on.) 
                         Oh, by the way, did you, uh, let those 
                         Amran delegates go?
 
                                     GILMOR
                         I did, sir, yes. Uh, Major Davis said 
                         they seem much more willing to negotiate 
                         now.
 
                                     O'NEILL
                         D’you think they liked the fruit basket?
 
                         
               (The two of them start to leave the room.)

                                     GILMOR
                         I think so, sir.

                                     O'NEILL
                         I put a lot of thought into that.

                                     
                         
               
               Never mind.

               
               
               THE END

               

Zero Hour



Writers :   Robert C. Cooper
Genres :   Sci-Fi  Action  Adventure


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