Stargate: Continuum

Welcome back, SG-9. Stay in the gate room.

General Landry will be down for a short debrief.

So, after 10 years and 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.

I'll leave the light on.

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.

- How about those last words? - 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, in order to track his clones,

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.

You're never going to tell me 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.

I'm gonna check for damage.

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.

I think we'd better get 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 a hundred times before,

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.

This is Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Do you hear me? Please respond.

Mayday. Mayday.

I don't think anybody's going to hear you.

- We're in the cargo hold of a ship. - What?

Not just any ship.

- This is the Achilles . - That name's familiar.

Yeah, because it was the ship that brought the Stargate

from Africa to America before the outbreak of World War II.

No, that's not why.

See, at the time, they thought the Stargate might be a weapon of some kind,

so they wanted to keep it out of the hands of the Nazis.

Do you realize what this means?

Guys, I hate to interrupt, but the temperature's falling.

We just passed minus 40.

- Celsius or Fahrenheit? - At that temperature, they're the same.

Really? Didn't know that.

We've got about three minutes before frostbite sets in.

Hypothermia, five minutes after that.

I'm already starting to lose the feeling in my fingers.

All right, break out the camp stove from the emergency pack.

Oh, you mean the one that was with Teal'c?

We can't light a fire in here. There's nowhere to vent the smoke.

Cover your ears.

You realize that's not going to do much.

I'm not done yet.

If you don't blow a hole in the ice with that, the entire blast is going

to come flying back into this compartment.

Or worse, what if that ice is holding back seawater?

Yeah, I admit, there's a few problems with this idea.

Carter, how cold is it?