All language subtitles for E15-Chimera

Previously on "Stargate SG-1":

- Sarah.
- Daniel.

We could have ended it better than we did.

Maybe.

Sarah?

Are you happy, Sam?

- What?
- You deserve to love someone.

Maybe it's not me that's the problem here.

I'm a safe bet.

The tablet talks of a lost city
that's more valuable than anything.

Are you saying the Ancients
actually lost one of their own cities?

No, they didn't lose it. They made it lost...
to other people that might try to find it.

So...

the Lost City is... still lost.

Amulet is from the 12th dynastic period.
Inlay suggests the house of Amenemhet.

Possibly a gift from the king's family to
commemorate a birth, coming of age, or...

It's for luck.

Royal goldsmiths made them for the king,
hoping floodwaters would rise in the Nile,

granting them a bountiful crop.

Good guess.

Dr Jordan sent me a picture a few weeks
ago. I suppose I had a bit of a head start.

I'm Sarah Gardner.

- Is that seat taken?
- Well, no.

But there are plenty
of other empty... tables.

Yeah, but none of them have single,
beautiful women sitting at them.

- How do you know I'm single?
- There's no ring on your finger.

- I could have a boyfriend.
- You're by yourself at 7.30 in the morning.

- You're very observant.
- I'm a cop.

Well then, I feel compelled to warn you,

most of the guys I've dated recently
have died.

- As in...
- Dead.

- How?
- Various circumstances.

I'll risk it.

How about dinner tonight?
My motel room.

- Your motel room.
- I'm in town from Denver on a case.

We'll order room service,
open a box of wine...

- A box!
- Something with a duck on the front.

- Stop it, Pete.
- I'm on a roll here!

I haven't even shown you my badge yet.

Aw. And I gotta go.

Come on, Sam, call in sick. Spend the day
with me. We'll go to the zoo.

There's no zoo in Colorado Springs.

Bowling. There must be a bowling alley
around here somewhere.

- I have to work.
- Can't deep-space telemetry wait a day?

Have you seen how much deep space
there is out there?

I'll see you tonight.

It jams the frequencies
the Goa'uld use for communication

and remote control of devices
like ring transporters.

Right now we're working on
making it portable enough to...

- At least pretend it's interesting.
- It's very interesting. Please go on.

- Are you tired?
- You think?

- I had the weirdest dream last night.
- About what?

Working with Sarah back in Chicago,
before the Stargate programme.

How's that weird?

Things were all mixed up,
my hair was different...

Well...

No offence, but it's not like
you don't have some issues to work out.

- Oh, yeah.
- Maybe you should talk to someone.

I thought I was.

- Colonel!
- Carter.

- Coffee.
- Talk to you later, OK?

Humming?

- I am?
- You are.

Sorry.

What's his name?
Humming.

Pete. Pete Shanahan.
He's a cop.

- Speeding again, are we?
- From Denver. A friend of my brother's.

- A setup.
- Pathetic, I know.

No, it's great.
Isn't it?

Well, it's not serious or anything.

And yet it is humworthy.

- Sir...
- It's none of my business.

I'm just happy you're happy about
something other than... quarks.

- Not bad with the quarks, huh?
- Excellent.

- Bit uncomfortable, isn't it?
- Yeah, a bit.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

Good morning.

Hm? Hello.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in.
I mean, how are you?

- Fine.
- You settling in?

Well, except for want of
a decent cup of tea, I'm in heaven.

That's good to hear.

You know, I must have read
everything you've ever published.

- Everything?
- Yes.

What a waste of time.

Please! Your theories on the Hyksos
dynasty are groundbreaking -

if a little audacious.

I found them inspiring. I referenced them
in my doctoral thesis at Cambridge.

You must have failed.

I just hope I can live up
to such talented company.

No, I'm sure if you're here,
you have... you are.

Stop. The flattery is overwhelming.

- I should let you continue.
- I'm gonna continue.

You know, I know this good place
for coffee that...

No, I mean, I'm sure they serve tea.

- I'd like that, Dr Jackson.
- Daniel.

Daniel.

I can't tell you how much I've looked
forward to being here with you,

being able to pick your brain and...

- That was great.
- Yeah, it was OK.

I mean, the company was fine.

Oh, come on, how can you not like
Singin' in the Rain?

I've always been
more of a Fred Astaire fan.

- It's a classic.
- Whoa! Whoa there, lady.

"Classic" is reserved for the likes of The
French Connection, Dirty Harry, Serpico.

- Cop movies.
- What's your point?

- This was romantic.
- Watching a man dance in the rain?

- Just cos there's no guns or car chases...
- Or nudity.

Your chances of that
are slim to none now, buddy.

Have I ever told you
what a good dancer I am?

My case down here wraps up tomorrow.

You're heading back to Denver?

I called my captain and said "I don't care
if crime is running rampant up there,

I met this woman, this amazing person,

and we got this thing goin' on."

- And what did he say?
- "Get your ass back here or you're fired."

- Too bad.
- I'm lying.

I told him
I'm taking two weeks' vacation.

The truth is, Colorado Springs is very...

underrated.

Pete.

- And it was going so well.
- It is.

But?

- It's getting late.
- It's seven o'clock.

I have to get up really early.

- To go to work.
- Right.

Which involves long, arduous hours
of you looking into a telescope.

Right.

Sam... have I mentioned I'm a cop?
I interrogate people for a living.

Are you saying you don't believe me?

Is this all going too fast for you?
Cos I could back off.

Give you five or ten minutes?

I'll call you.

Have I left yet?

I can't feel my legs.

- Thank you.
- A little human contact first, if you please.

- Was that so hard?
- Mmm.

I'll live.

- You've been here all night, haven't you?
- Is it morning already?

I've got something for you.

Where'd you get this?

It was found during
an expedition in Morocco.

An associate sent it to me for analysis.
No one's quite sure what to make of it.

I took the liberty
of running a carbon dating.

It's over 10,000 years old.

- That's impossible.
- The lack of writing in the pyramids,

the inconclusive dating
on several artefacts...

Are you saying this proves there existed a
language that predates all hieroglyphics?

I thought you might enjoy the challenge.

Daniel?

- I recognise this.
- How could you?

Medieval Latin is a derivative.
We can use it as a reference point.

Daniel, how could you
possibly know that?

I don't know.

I just do.

This makes no sense.

Maybe you should eat something.

In the dream
the tablet was written in Ancient,

and in the dream I could read Ancient.

That's not so odd, considering you can
also do that when you're awake.

Perhaps you want to
reveal something to yourself.

- Like?
- From when you were ascended.

Your prior vision
of Bra'tac and Rya'c in danger.

The tablet sounds a lot like
the one you found on Abydos.

- That was to lead to the Lost City.
- But didn't.

You think I know the location
of the Lost City and I don't remember?

If you have the dream again,
perhaps you should translate the tablet.

I thought you might need a break.

Wow.

That's really nice. I mean...

- I don't really deserve you, do I?
- No.

- Hungry?
- I can't remember the last time I ate.

- How's it going?
- I'm so close.

I think I found a basic structure
to the whole thing.

It's about guidance.

At first I thought that meant some sort of
spiritual guidance, but I was wrong. Here.

Look.

Something about
a starting point or place of origin.

The steps of a great journey leading to...

What? Leading to what?

A city. A place of great power.

It's a map, telling us how to find a city
where an ancient race of humans lived.

See, I know what the tablet
is supposed to say,

I just can't seem to finish translating it.

Perhaps the location of the Lost City was
not the answer you were searching for.

Since I now require sleep,
I have developed an interest in dreams.

There is much research to study
on the matter.

OK, Sigmund,
what are my dreams about?

Since Sarah was taken as a host by Osiris,
you have been unable to save her.

Perhaps that is the focus
of your subconscious desires.

Something I knew
when I was ascended could help?

Dreams are the mind's way of dealing
with desires that cannot be fulfilled.

Oh. So basically I'm destined
never to get a good night's sleep again.

Knowing your past experiences,
Daniel Jackson,

I do not know how
you have slept well before now.

Thank you, Teal'c. This conversation
has been disturbing on many levels.

- Up enough?
- I, uh...

What?

I'll take that as a yes.

- Are those for me?
- Yeah.

It's the other 11.
The one I left before makes a dozen.

I get it.
They're beautiful. Thank you.

- Can I open them now?
- No.

- Now?
- No! Will you stop?

- How about now?
- No.

OK, now.

- What do you think?
- I think we're gonna get noticed.

Come on.

This is great.

It's nice to know people still stay together
no matter what. Isn't it?

- I can't do this.
- What's the matter?

I'm just going round in circles.

I can't find any references
that relate to this passage.

- Doorways?
- What?

The origin of doorways.

- How do you know that?
- It makes sense, doesn't it?

- Yeah, but how do you know that?
- It's all there.

You just need to relax.

- Mm! Oh, no.
- What?

We were supposed to have dinner tonight.
Two months, right?

I'm so sorry, I forgot.
Why didn't you remind me?

- It's all right.
- It's too late now.

I understand. If it was that important
to me, I would have said something.

- You don't mind?
- Of course not.

You're supposed to leave.

What are you talking about?
I'm not going anywhere.

Your research will change the world.
You're a brilliant mind.

I don't want to stand in the way of that.
I want to be a part of it.

I am, however, going to order us pizza.

Get back to work.

So, do you wanna come in?

I don't know. Seeing the inside
of your house, that's a pretty big step.

- Suit yourself.
- Right now, you're pretty much perfect.

What if it turns out
you're really messy, or worse,

you're a neat-freak weirdo with labelled
drawers and an alphabetised bookshelf?

Pff.

OK, I'm coming!

Wow.

- Just don't look at the bookshelf.
- OK.

So why'd you become a cop?

I watched too much TV as a kid.

Adam-12, Starsky and Hutch,
Barney Miller.

- Barney Miller?
- It was my favourite show.

Those guys never shot anybody,
never beat anybody up.

That's it?

What do you think? Every cop out there
has an inspirational story?

It's just a job, Sam.

I don't think so. Not for you.

And Mark told me you had a story.

Bastard!

- Never date your buddy's sister.
- He didn't tell me what it was.

It's no big deal. I... had a bit of
a rough time when I was growing up.

Truth is,

I probably would have ended up in jail if
it wasn't for one cop who took an interest.

He really made a difference in my life,
and I admired that.

- It's an admirable job.
- Well, my ex-wife didn't think so.

Did you see the episode where Barney
gets home and his stuff is on the lawn,

- with divorce papers stapled on top?
- No.

I didn't blame her.

I mean, the hours suck
and you never know if...

I didn't have a choice.

It's who I am.

- I can understand that.
- Really?

- Deep-space telemetry is who you are?
- I wish I could tell you more.

- You don't trust me.
- I'm not allowed.

Where are you going?

I gotta drive back to Denver today
and file my report.

Pete... aside from getting
into huge trouble myself,

I could be putting you in danger.

Now you're telling me that joke about your
boyfriends all ending up dead is true?

Pete, please.

The problem is, I feel like I've just
scratched the surface with you, Sam.

How can we have a future together
if you won't share your life with me?

Federal Bureau of Investigation.
How may I direct your call?

- Special Agent Farrity, please.
- I'll transfer you now. Please hold.

- Farrity.
- Dave, it's Pete.

What's up, buddy?

I'm in Colorado Springs on a case
right now and I need a favour, man.

Can you do a background check
on someone?

- Global agency search, the works?
- Sure thing. Who is it?

An air-force major.

Samantha Carter.

The only thing I don't have
is a gate address,

and there are still a few passages
I can't translate.

- Do you think you can?
- I don't know.

It's like I'm not in control,
like I'm just along for the ride,

watching the whole thing unfold.

- The strange thing is, none of it's right.
- Please elaborate, Daniel Jackson.

I was an idiot.

Sarah was in love with me
and I had feelings for her too, but...

my obsession with my research
destroyed our relationship.

She finally broke it off with me
when I worked through our anniversary.

The Sarah I'm dreaming about is different.

She cares about my work
as much as I do.

She wants me to find the Lost City
as much as I do.

Sounds like a normal male fantasy to me.

Did you not say that Sarah introduced the
tablet to you during one of the dreams?

And that you feel that
you have no control of the dreams?

- Yeah.
- Teal'c?

The Goa'uld possess the technology
to explore one's memory.

You're suggesting Osiris is here on Earth,
manipulating Dr Jackson's dreams?

- We think it's possible, sir.
- Kinky!

She's looking for the location
of the Lost City in my subconscious.

She's implanted an image
of an Ancient tablet to help me.

Osiris can access Sarah's memories and
use them to gain Daniel Jackson's trust.

- How's she doing it?
- We're speculating that

she's sneaking into Daniel's house
at night and using a memory device.

Anubis probed Thor's mind, thus gaining
access to Asgard beaming technology.

That'd allow her
to come and go undetected.

Why not just snatch up Dr Jackson and
use a mind probe on him, like with Thor?

It's possible Anubis's mind probe
won't work on the subconscious.

It might have something to do
with how Oma erased my memories.

It may be a way to get you to unknowingly
help them learn what they wish to know.

So what do we do?

The Goa'uld
are scavengers of alien technology.

They would interface any Asgard system
with their own command device.

We hope the jamming device
could prevent Osiris

from using the beam technology
to escape Daniel's room.

- You want to set up a trap.
- We won't spring it

until after she's helped me remember
the location of the Lost City.

What?!

Look, no one wants to save Sarah
more than I do, but... I could know.

I mean, it could be there.
Somewhere in my subconscious.

We let her think she's operating
without our knowledge

until I've had a chance
to try to finish this.

And how are we supposed to know
when you know,

if it's all happening in your head
while you're sleeping?

- I don't know.
- You'd better figure it out.

We can't risk letting Osiris escape
with that kind of information.

- Shanahan.
- It's me. I got what you wanted.

- Just give me the highlights.
- Well, there's a lot of backstop ID.

Works for the air force,
does deep-space telemetry for NORAD.

- Is that all you found?
- It's what didn't turn up that says most.

The backstop dead-ends.

- She's been scrubbed?
- Yeah.

Someone wiped out
every possible trace of her.

Left only what they want others to see.

She's probably connected
with some top-level stuff.

- Like?
- Black ops, covert units.

Things the government denies
all knowledge of, you know?

Look, Pete, you ask me, this Major
Carter's connected to something big.

You might want to back off from this one,
OK, buddy? It's way out of your league.

It's not like I'm dating her or anything.

Right.

- Hello.
- Hi, it's me.

This is Pete. I'm probably chasing
a bad guy. Leave a message.

So what do we got?

Daniel's at his house,
setting up video surveillance.

Teal'c's picking out his doughnuts.

He loves a good stakeout.

Jamming device is in the van. It should
prevent Osiris from beaming herself out.

- We take her down with these?
- She likely has a shield,

but a tranquilliser dart will get through.

Then we hope the Tok'ra can safely
remove the symbiote and save Sarah.

- What about this whole Lost City deal?
- We watch and see.

Once in his room,
Osiris won't be able to leave.

We just have to get to her
before she realises she's been made.

- Backup?
- Local authorities have been "notified".

But we don't want to do anything
to alert Osiris.

How's Pete?

You know how it is.

Usually you don't let it bother you, cos
they couldn't cope with the truth anyway.

Usually.

I think he could have.

Hey, Daniel.

Daniel, are you sleeping yet?

Yes, Jack, I'm fast asleep.

What do you got there?

No. I'll pass.

Here we go.

Activating frequency jamming.

Let's do it.

- Carter?
- She's still there, sir.

- How long do we wait?
- Daniel must be getting close.

- Progress?
- Not really.

These symbols represent
the location of the city.

- Like an address?
- Yeah.

Yeah, there's seven of them. They won't
translate into anything specific.

- You're so close.
- No, I am not.

Don't say that, Daniel.

- They mean nothing to me.
- You've worked too hard to give up now.

I don't know.

I never knew.

How unfortunate for you.

Move in! Move in!

- Sam.
- Pete, what are you...

Get down!

Holy...

Agh!

- Will you be all right, Daniel Jackson?
- Yeah. Go, go, go.

- It's no use, Pete!
- Yeah, why is that?

Now that is not normal.

Look out!

Clear!

- Are you OK?
- I'm OK.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

That's good.

Oh, God. Pete, you've been hit.

Have I?

- Carter?
- It's Pete. He needs an ambulance.

Just hang in there, OK?

Sam... what just happened?

I promise, if you make it through this,
I will explain everything.

Deal.

It's all right, you're safe.

- Daniel?
- I'm here.

It's all over.

You're free.

- I'm so sorry.
- Shh.

It's not your fault.

I couldn't stop it.

We're gonna get you through this.

Hey.

- Are they treating you OK?
- Yeah.

Who'd have thought
there was a hospital here?

- One of the best anywhere.
- This place is unbelievable.

You have no idea.

Thanks.

I believe I lived up
to my end of the bargain.

What I'm about to tell you is classified

under section 11-C-9
of the National Security Act.

Chicks with laser-beam rings and
glowing eyes are classified under 11-C-9?

- Let me talk, will you?
- OK.

You're currently in a top-secret military
facility known as Stargate Command.

In 1928 in Giza, Egypt, archaeologists
unearthed an ancient device

capable of transportation to other planets
by means of a subspace wormhole.

I knew it! This is way better than
a box of wine with a duck on the front.

I'm not kidding.

Sorry.

Other planets. Wormholes.

Continue.