Hello.
- Is this Major Samantha Carter? - Who is this?
My name is Richard Flemming. You don't know me, but I need your help.
- It's two in the morning. - I know what happened to you.
I know about Adrian Conrad.
- Who are you? - They never shut the project down,
- and now it's out of control. - What project?
You have to protect me. They know I...
Hello? Hello?
His name is Dr Richard Flemming.
He's a biologist, formally a professor of advanced genetics at Stanford.
He's famous for developing hybrid strains of disease-resistant corn and cotton.
I read an article on him in The American Journal for Evolutionary Science.
The base library has a subscription.
Well, what the article didn't say is that two years ago he accepted a position
with a company called Immunitech Research,
which, it turns out, is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Zetatron Industries.
Adrian Conrad.
Who?
You don't know?
Adrian Conrad was a man who had himself implanted with a stolen symbiote
in order to cure himself of a deadly disease.
That was ten months ago. At the time Immunitech was located in Phoenix.
One week after we took Adrian Conrad into custody, operations were scaled back
and they moved to a small town on the coast of Oregon called Steveston.
We need to talk to this Dr Flemming.
He was reported missing this morning. They found his car totalled, but no body.
This warrants further investigation.
I'll have transportation arranged for the three of you.
Colonel O'Neill won't join us?
The Tok'ra are still looking for a suitable host for his symbiote.
You'll have to do your best without him. Dismissed.
You knew who Adrian Conrad was, didn't you?
I've memorised all mission reports. I just don't want people thinking I'm... strange.
People don't think you're strange.
What about Colonel O'Neill?
Let's get some lunch.
- What are you doing? - Keeping a visual record.
I'll catalogue the images when we get back to the base.
Teal'c.
See? The image appears right there on the back.
I'm gonna go talk to the sheriff. Keep an eye on Teal'c.
Keep an eye on Jonas.
- Excuse me. Hi. - Hi. Can I help you?
Major Samantha Carter with the Air Force. I'm looking for Sheriff Knox.
I'm Sheriff Knox.
Welcome to Steveston, Major. Hey, those doughnuts? Want anything?
Oh, no, thank you.
Sure thing.
Have a seat, Major.
So, you're looking for information about Dr Richard Flemming.
That's right. I understand he's missing.
We found his car in a ditch outside of town.
It was pretty badly smashed up, but there was no sign of him.
Can I see the car?
- You think he walked away from this? - Look, no offence, but this is my problem.
The Air Force has no jurisdiction here.
I know I can't force you to tell me anything,
but Flemming may have had information pertaining to a matter of national security.
I'm asking for your help.
We haven't had a murder in this county in eight years.
So you don't think it was an accident?
Well, at the very least, someone didn't want us to find the body.
Did you know him?
The people at Immunitech didn't mix too much with the locals,
but according to his co-workers he was acting a little strange lately.
- Strange, how? - Nervous, agitated.
We found these in his glove compartment.
- Amphetamines. - He had no history of drug use.
I'd like to see his lab, if I may.
There was a fire last night at Immunitech. The place was gutted.
Flemming's lab was destroyed in a fire.
- So what now? - We check out his house.
- Find anything? - Nothing of interest.
Me neither. There's nothing on the hard drive, there's no disks, no notes.
There's not even a credit-card bill. This place has been cleaned.
Major Carter.
- Can you sign for this? - Uh, sure.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
- Well, this is odd. - What is it?
This package to Dr Richard Flemming was sent from Dr Richard Flemming.
- Why'd he send something to himself? - Maybe he knew they'd search the house.
It's a good way to hide something for a couple of days.
Police found amphetamines. We found a syringe.
There's a possibility Flemming suffered from some kind of drug-induced paranoia.
Perhaps his paranoia was well-founded. He is missing.
His place of work was destroyed and all evidence was removed from his home.
Conrad's scientists were studying this symbiote to create a kind of superdrug.
Maybe this is what they came up with.
Well, if that's true, then a lot of people would kill to get their hands on it.
We won't know anything for sure until we send a sample of this back to base.
Tomorrow we'll talk to other people at Immunitech.
We need to figure out what was going on at that lab.
As some of you may already know, we have three uninvited guests in town.
They are asking questions.
The chances are they won't find anything.
But if they do,
then we will have to deal with them.
Hey.
Mm.
Nice lunch.
Mm. I'm really starting to enjoy this traditional American food. Mm.
We have another tradition. It's called hardened arteries.
- Were you able to learn anything? - No one at Immunitech wants to talk.
Our attempts to gather information from locals prove equally fruitless.
I wouldn't say that.
Don't tell me you haven't noticed how strangely people have been acting here.
What are you talking about?
Well, for instance, that man there, right behind Teal'c.
He doesn't realise it, but he put eight sugars in his coffee.
And that lady over at the counter has been reading the same article for half an hour.
Since we sat down, that waitress has dropped her tray twice,
the cook has gotten three orders wrong, including my burger,
which I ordered medium-rare, but is well-done.
I've been noticing similar behaviour all morning. It's like the town's half-asleep.
Major Carter, sorry to bother you.
Sheriff Knox would like to see you.
You and your colleagues have been asking questions around town.
Yeah. Is that a problem?
We found gasoline residue at the lab. A lot of it.
- So the fire was deliberate. - It means the stakes have gotten higher.
- If you know something... - Sheriff, I already told you.
- My investigation pertains to a matter of... - National security. I know.
- I didn't get any useful information today. - I'm not surprised.
Everyone at the lab had a confidentiality agreement. Nobody wants to get sued.
Now we know it was arson, maybe the company will be willing to cooperate.
I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Well, they're gonna wanna know who burned their lab down.
There's something you don't know.
Two months ago, another Immunitech researcher named Peter Stofer vanished.
- The case was never solved. - Why didn't you tell me?
The town's been through some rough times, Major.
Shipyard shut down two years ago, put everybody out of work.
When Immunitech came, they brought a lot of money to the area.
- So nobody says anything bad about'em. - There was no solid evidence of foul play.
Stofer just didn't show up for work one day and hasn't been seen since.
But I did get the feeling the company had something to hide.
What do you mean?
We subpoenaed documents from them.
This is what we got.
Did Stofer work with Dr Flemming?
They were partners.
I'm gonna need to borrow these.
Well, this is interesting. It's a shipping invoice.
Flemming and Stofer ordered all the latest material on stem-cell research.
Really? Hm.
There's no record of Immunitech doing research in that area.
- I know. - Why would they keep that a secret?
Stem cells can be used to create skin grafts or organs,
but, theoretically, they can also be used to create human clones.
Which is illegal.
So if they were cloning and Flemming decided to blow the whistle...
He would have to be silenced.
But why would he call you?
It must have something to do with Adrian Conrad.
We should go through the rest of this stuff, see if anything turns up.
This town certainly does get quiet at night.
Evening.
What can I get you?
Ginger ale.
I'll have the same.
It does not appear we are welcome.
Well, it's natural for small-town people to be suspicious of strangers, right?
We just have to give it more of an effort.
Hey, guys.
- You have much to learn about humans. - That's kind of my point.
How are we supposed to fit in when we spend all our time on base?
Thanks.
- I have a sufficient grasp of Earth culture. - But you'll never be one of them.
This is not my home.
When my time with SG-1 is done, I will return to Chulak with my son.
I guess that's the difference between us.
I don't think I'll be able to go back.
You're in our seats.
There are many empty seats.
But these are ours.
Is there a problem here?
No.
Apparently we were in their seats.
- What was that? - They're not fit to be in our presence.
If you do anything to jeopardise this operation,
I will kill you myself.
I spoke with Janet this morning. She did a preliminary analysis on the sample I sent.
She thinks the liquid in the syringe might be some sort of sulphur-based antibiotic.
So, some kind of miracle drug.
We won't know anything for sure until we get more test results back.
That's the guy from the bar.
- Hi. - Hello.
Sorry about our... misunderstanding last night.
- Excuse me? - At the bar, our little confrontation.
My friend and I were in your seats.
I'm afraid you've got me mistaken for someone else.
I don't think so.
Last night I was home in bed.
That's a little strange. He didn't seem to remember us.
- Perhaps he'd had too much alcohol. - I thought of that, but he wasn't hungover.
- Or didn't tell his wife he was in the bar. - He didn't have a wedding ring.
We are being watched.
The silver car.
He's from the sheriff's office. He was outside when we first got in town.
He was in the restaurant yesterday.
OK, take it easy.
- Why are you following us? - I don't know what you mean.
- Teal'c. - All right, all right, all right!
- I wasn't sure if you could be trusted. - With what?
I was a security guard at Immunitech.
- I think Dr Flemming was murdered. - Why would you say that?
About a week ago he wanted to know if I could get him a gun.
Said he was in danger and I was the only one that could help him.
- Why you? - Well, that's the weird part.
He said the people after him only come out at night while everyone's asleep.
Since I worked a graveyard shift, I guess he figured I wasn't one of 'em.
First I thought that he was crazy,
and then he went missing.
That's when I decided that working for Immunitech was a little too dangerous.
Why didn't you tell the sheriff?
Flemming said that no one in the town could be trusted,
but I figured I owed the guy to tell someone.
If it hadn't been for him, I would have died in that fire.
"They only come out at night." What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Maybe this has something to do with what happened to us at the bar.
- What did happen to you at the bar? - We were met with hostility.
You didn't say anything weird, did you?
Why are you looking at me?
Anyway, random aggressiveness in a bar isn't unusual.
But why didn't the man remember me?
- Are you sure it was the same guy? - Positive.
Jonas Quinn is correct. It was the same man.
You said there was evidence Flemming and Stofer were researching cloning.
No. There was evidence they were reading up on stem cells.
Which can be used to create human clones.
What if the man doesn't remember because the man in the bar wasn't him?
- He was a clone. - No, you can't create fully grown people.
They'd be infants.
Still, the people of this town are behaving strangely.
Even for humans.
The town's been through a lot.
First the shipyard was shut down, then the lab was destroyed.
The entire future of the town's in jeopardy.
What?
- You noticed these marks from the road? - I didn't think much of 'em at the time.
This area has been well travelled, and recently.
There are many footprints as well as tyre tracks.
Let's check it out.
You have got to teach me how to do that.
Wormhole theory, motorcycle riding and lock-picking.
Not necessarily in that order.
In there.
Somebody's been busy.
These appear to be schematics.
Yeah, but for what?
I got a pretty good idea.
Near as we can tell, sir, it's some kind of alien ship, partially constructed.
No, sir. We shouldn't do anything drastic until we have more information.
Yes, sir. Understood.
Hammond won't call in the troops until we figure out who built this thing and why.
All the disks we got from the shipyard are encoded. I can't read any of them.
- Let me try. - Yeah.
Adrian Conrad illegally acquired a symbiote from Colonel Maybourne.
It is possible he also acquired alien technology.
I don't know. This is unlike anything the Russians or the NID ever had.
Then there must be an alien presence in town.
It looks that way, but how did they get here?
- It is not probable they used the Stargate. - If they came by ship, why build another?
Perhaps an accident or a malfunction.
They're not finished, which means they'll be back.
My guess is they work under the cover of darkness.
They only come out at night.
OK. I think I can break this code, but it's gonna take a while.
Teal'c, is there any activity?
Negative. How is the decryption progressing?
Slowly.
Something's happening.
Here we go.
Oh, my God.
Teal'c, come in.
Major Carter. Many of the townspeople have arrived at the shipyard.
They're Goa'uld. Repeat: the people building the ship are Goa'uld.
- How is that possible? - Flemming and Stofer were cloning,
only it was Adrian Conrad's symbiote they cloned.
- Why did we not sense them? - There's no naqahdah in their blood.
There's way too many of 'em.
Get back here. I'll see if I can translate more.
Affirmative.
Hold it. Leave the weapons on the dash.
Put your hands in the air and get out of the car.
- What is this? - Get in the van.
- Where are you taking us? - Back to the motel.
We want you out of town by daybreak.
I'm Agent Cross. That's Agent Singer.
NID.
- So you know what's going on here? - We've monitored it for three months.
- They are waiting till the ship is complete. - It'll be our first line of planetary defence.
- You set this whole thing up? - No, just took advantage of the situation.
Immunitech cloned the symbiotes, then there was an accident.
We figure Flemming got infected, then went after the other townspeople.
Flemming is the one who tipped us off.
The symbiotes are immature. They are too weak to assert permanent control.
But when the hosts go to sleep they take over.
When people wake up the next morning they're tired, but none the wiser.
That's why Flemming was on amphetamines.
- You get a ship, but what of the people? - We have ways of dealing with them.
- We will report this to SGC. - Go ahead. This is no rogue operation.
We have the full support of our superiors.
When it is over, we'll have succeeded where the SGC failed for five years.
We have all the angles covered.
Sam?
They took her.
- You have to do something. - We've a containment team on stand-by.
We can have this town quarantined in 45 minutes.
Then do so.
Your operation is blown, Agent Cross. The symbiotes know we're onto'em.
This is Cross. We have a code six. I repeat: a code six.
This is not a drill.
We just lost 500 years of technical advancement.
It's much worse than that.
Sam.
You all right?
What's going on?
You should only speak when spoken to.
OK.
Welcome, brother.
- Do you know where you are? - I have the memories of my host.
Good. When the containment team gets here,
you and Singer will take the symbiotes and report back to NID headquarters.
- What about the rest of us? - We'll be detained.
It'll only be a matter of days before we've taken control of the organisation.
That's an ambitious plan.
Easy, OK? Sorry.
The irony is we only wanted to get off this pathetic planet.
But when we realised they were watching us, we came up with a new plan.
Wait! Major Carter was writing a report on her computer.
It would be better if the containment team didn't find it.
Get the computer first.
Should we use these two as hosts?
No.
This one is Jaffa.
Shol'va.
You should be serving your god.
Apophis, the false god, is dead.
Really?
What about this one?
He's an alien. The humans don't really trust him.
We'll have to kill them.
Sergeant Krieger.
- Agent Cross. - What's our status?
Perimeter's in place. We're ready to round up the citizens.
Excellent. Agent Singer and I need transportation to headquarters.
I'll call in the chopper.
Get out of the car! Keep your hands where we can see'em!
I'm Major Carter, United States Air Force.
I have important information for Agent Cross.
Let her through.
Why are you here? You were supposed to be detained with the others.
Major Carter's more valuable to you if she hasn't been exposed.
- That wasn't part of the plan. - No, she's right.
While we're taking over the NID, she can infiltrate Stargate Command.
- It's too risky. - You worry too much.
The humans have no idea what's going on.
Oh, I wouldn't exactly say that.
You guys aren't nearly as smart as you think you are.
I translated enough of the writing
to know Immunitech had engineered the symbiotes with a built-in kill switch,
a susceptibility to a particular antibiotic.
- The syringe. So we had it all along. - When I saw the Goa'uld coming,
I had nothing to lose, so I injected myself and it acted like a vaccine.
Took a few minutes to kill the symbiote, then I just played along.
We had similar results with the townspeople. They responded positively.
Each dead symbiote will break down and be absorbed into the host body.
Do the townspeople recall these events?
As far as they know, they were inoculated against an outbreak of meningitis.
- So what about the ship? - It's been transferred to Area 51.
Even though it's not complete, it may still prove valuable.
All right. Dismissed.
So when we were in the sheriff's office...
- you were in complete control? - That's right.
And you felt it absolutely necessary to really slap me?
I had to make it look good.
Let's get some lunch.
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