Stargate: Continuum
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- 2008
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Welcome back, SG-9.
Stay in the gate room.
General Landry will be down
for a short debrief.
about 1,000 e-mail requests,
I finally get my own parking spot.
Two days after...
Sir.
Sir.
- Major Davis.
- Morning.
- Good morning, Colonels.
- Major.
Dial it up, Chief.
They're right on schedule.
- What am I signing this time?
- Nothing, sir, just wanted your autograph.
Chevron one encoded.
Sure you don't want to come along, sir?
Might never be another one of these.
Tempting as it is, I'll be doing
paperwork the whole time you're gone.
Besides, one general
looking over your shoulders is plenty.
Yes, speaking of Jack...
He went ahead with SG-3
to officially hand over the prisoner.
Well, I guess he knows
who we're dealing with.
Such precautions are unnecessary.
Half of the free Jaffa fleet stands guard
over the Tok'ra homeworld
to ensure that the execution of Ba'al
takes place as planned.
You know better than anyone, muscles,
this is an extraction, not an execution.
Chevron three encoded.
Oh, well, this is just in case.
No. No, no. Airman, you're not walking
into my first extraction ceremony
carrying that thing.
- Whoa, wait a minute. This is your first?
- Yeah, it should be interesting.
- It'll blow your mind.
- It is pretty incredible.
Well, witnessing a Goa'uld
being extracted from a host is one thing.
Actually experiencing
it is something else.
Chevron five encoded.
To feel the sensation of the symbiote
that has controlled your every action
for so many years,
while you watched helplessly
from the darkest recess of your mind,
as it is finally excised from your body
and left to writhe in the light of day...
Chevron six encoded.
Well, that is incredible.
Chevron seven locked!
- Go to it, SG-1.
- Okay, this I gotta see.
Never in the history of boredom
has anyone been more bored
than I am right now.
- Come on, sir, it's only been... Whoa.
- It's almost over.
The crimes they're listing
are starting to sound familiar.
Crimes?
That's what they've been crooning about
for the last three hours?
Quite the ditty, ain't it?
It's not at all fair to the host,
anyway.
Vala, you don't really think
there's any hope for the...
I mean, you were host to Qetesh
for a relatively short period of time.
Ba'al's been inhabiting this guy
for over 2,000 years.
Revive the prisoner.
- Watch him try and make a run for it.
- Well, with all this security,
I really don't think
he's going to get very far.
Vala?
The prisoner will step forward.
Ba'al, last of the Goa'uld System Lords,
murderer of untold millions,
these will be your last words.
Speak.
I have nothing to say to the Tok'ra.
SG-1 and General Jack O'Neill.
Well, well.
- How's tricks, B?
- I've been better, I'm afraid. And you?
- Not so bad, actually. Quite good.
- How nice for you.
- As you wish.
Teal'c...
I will always regret
that you never became my First Prime.
- And where is my dear Qetesh?
- Well, Vala was here.
- Interesting.
- Oh, she's probably gone to the bathroom,
for heaven's sake.
I'm next in line, by the way.
- Can we get on with this?
- There is one more thing.
You've all made a terrible mistake.
- Yes, that is what they all say.
- There can be no doubt of your crimes.
What I mean to say is, I'm not the last
of the Goa'uld System Lords,
though I do admit,
I may be last of the clones.
There were so many of us.
It is difficult to be certain.
Mitchell?
We tracked them all, sir.
This one is the last one.
You sure?
That is, after all, why we've come,
why we had to endure all that singing.
Get rid of the last bad guy,
and then there's cake.
Carter?
Well, as you know,
Ba'al gave each of them a tracking device
detectable from anywhere in the galaxy.
Now, he also placed one in himself,
so we wouldn't be able
to tell the difference
between a clone and the original.
And because he was the original,
he was the only one of us
who possessed a tracking device
that could be removed.
So, you see,
the last of the Goa'uld System Lords,
the last of my dear brothers
is still out there,
and since as of this moment
he knows he's the last,
- he has very special plans for you.
- "Plans," you say.
A recently completed failsafe device
should an unfortunate circumstance,
such as my imminent death, arise.
It was you who gave
us the idea, actually.
I suspect it has already been put
into action.
He lies.
He does that, you know.
We shall see.
It is time.
This is going to be cool.
Make your course
three-five-zero.
Three-five-zero. Aye, Captain.
We'd be in Boston by now
if we weren't zigzagging
all over the bloody Atlantic.
You'd rather make it
easy for the U-boats?
We're not at war yet.
Besides, we're riding too high in the water
for a U-boat captain to waste a torpedo.
Check to see the cargo's secure.
what it is, are you?
If I knew myself...
That's no torpedo.
What is it, Captain?
Emergency stations! All hands!
- Maintain your heading, son.
- Aye, sir.
Secure the ship.
Make ready the Chappa'ai.
Take your time, Jaffa.
We have all the time in the world.
Begin the extraction process.
Seriously, did anybody see
where Vala went?
Maybe extractions bring up
too many bad memories.
Hey, have you ever tried
to find a bathroom in a pyramid?
She cannot have gone far, O'Neill.
There are...
- Carter?
- I don't know, sir. He wasn't beamed out.
- It's like he was there one second, and...
- The next he was gone, just like Vala.
the hell out of here.
Everyone, remain calm!
What have you done with my people?
Sir!
Jack.
Go to the gate.
- Not without you.
- Go.
All right, you heard the man. Let's go.
Carter!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The vessel is secure, my lord.
Dial the Chappa'ai.
Jackson!
Move!
Okay, not Earth.
- I dialed Earth.
- Yeah, I know,
like I've seen you do
but my keen professional eye
is seeing a few differences
between this place
and Stargate Command.
That, for one, and...
The stargate is in a box.
Carter, what's going on?
Sam?
I don't know.
Look, I know what happened back there,
but we need you in the here and now.
Wherever or whenever that is.
Right. Right.
Okay.
Looks like the active gate
warmed things up for a bit.
Warmed things up?
Yeah, because the temperature's
falling again.
It's just gone past minus 20.
Okay, that's chilly.
Let's not just stand around.
I don't see anything that could be a DHD.
This has to be connected
to what was happening
on the Tok'ra homeworld.
All right, so Vala and Teal'c
disappear into thin air,
we gate into somebody's freezer,
put the pieces
of that puzzle together, and...
I got nothing. You?
Well, there is almost no EM of any kind
from any direction
to help us determine our location.
Mayday. Mayday.
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