All language subtitles for Stargate SG-1 - S07E05 REMUX.eng

What's going on?

We're getting M.A.L.P.
telemetry from P3X-289.

Atmosphere is completely toxic.

Sulfur dioxide, carbon
monoxide, methane, ammonia...

Well, if there
was a gate there,

then chances are good there
was life there at some point.

Yeah, I think that's a safe
assumption. Look at this.

We got these images
two hours ago,

just after the M.A.L.P.
went through.

The dome seems
to be the only structure

that's managed to withstand the
corrosive effects of the atmosphere.

How big is it?

It's about 2.2 kilometers wide
and 500 meters high.

The M.A.L.P! s giving us
a proximity alert.

Three meters, and we're
picking up a static charge.

Stop.

Extend the arm.

It went right through.

Well, whatever it is,
it's not solid.

Move forward.

We've lost contact.
The M.A.L.Ps not responding.

Bring up that last image.

How is that possible?

I have no idea.

Colonel O'Neill, report.

We're good, sir.
Although, there's not much of a view.

What about suit integrity?

According to my readings,

the hazmats could withstand
about 12 hours of exposure

before there
was any serious degradation.

Shouldn't be a problem, sir.

We can make it to the dome
and back inside an hour.

Understood, Hammond out.

Picking up a static charge.

Yeah, I can feel it.

So, what do we do,
just walk through?

The M.A.L.P.
encountered no resistance.

Then it disappeared.

It did transmit for a few
seconds before we lost the signal,

which suggests it got through.

I'm reading normal atmosphere.

Oxygen, nitrogen...

We're clean too.

It's like the barrier scrubbed the
suits when we passed through.

The inside of the barrier seems
to be some kind of hologram.

You can feel the resistance.

That combined with the static
charge must act as a warning...

so you don't accidentally
step through.

The M.A.L.P. appears
to be fully operational.

The barrier
must block the signal.

Sir, this is an amazing piece
of technology.

Permeable to large
solid objects,

but won't allow
the poisonous atmosphere in.

We really need to study
this further.

All right, come on out.
Let's go.

Hello.

We're not gonna hurt you.

You came from outside.

Yes, we did.

What's your name?

- What's yours?
- I asked you first.

- I'm called Nevin.
- Hello, Nevin. I'm Jack.

That's Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c.

You wear strange clothes.

Caught us on a bad day.

Nevin, where are your parents?

My father's in the town.

- Can you show us?
- We just want to talk to him.

Maybe we could trade.

You know, sir, we probably could
have found the town without his help.

Nevin?

I found some people
in the garden.

Jack, Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c.

I'm Kendrick, Nevin's father.

I assume you don't get
many visitors in these parts.

We thought
we were the only survivors.

Survivors of what, exactly?

You'd better speak
to the Council.

You say you came from
outside the dome.

- That's right.
- But the atmosphere is toxic.

Anyone who stepped outside
would die almost instantly.

We wore protective suits.

But where do you
come from, originally?

From a planet called Earth. It's
about 6000 light years from here.

You came in a spaceship?

Uh, no, we came
through the stargate.

It's that big circular object,
with symbols carved on it.

It's right outside the dome.

There must be some sort of
historical reference to...

One moment, please...

The Gate of Mahg Mar.
Discovered 563 years ago.

Believed to have been
of ritual significance

in the worship
of the Goddess Morrigan.

Taken from the ruins of Danaan

and put on display in the
National Museum of History.

So, you do know about the gate.

We do now.

We've accessed the relevant
information through The Link.

It's a direct neural interface
with a databank.

The Link contains the sum total
of our knowledge and wisdom.

All our history, our culture,
our science, everything.

And you can simply call up this
information whenever you need it?

Precisely.

You really think
this is gonna work?

The signal was lost only when
the transmitter crossed the barrier.

We need only maneuver the
M.A.L.P. into the correct position.

Nice.

We have a scheduled
radio contact with SG-1, sir.

Dial the gate.

SG-1, this is General Hammond.
Comein.

Yes, sir. We read you,
loud and clear.

Loud and clear.

Colonel O'Neill, report.

Well, it turns out this planet's
not so dead after all, sir.

- I take it the dome's inhabited.
- Yes, sir.

So far, the natives
are very friendly,

if a bit odd,
if you know what I mean.

Are they willing to
share information?

They're gonna show Carter
all the technical stuff tomorrow.

In the meantime, they've
offered to put us up for the night.

All right,
next contact in 24 hours.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

What?

How many planets
have you been to?

I don't know, lots.

- More than 10?
- Yeah.

- More than 20?
- Yes.

- More than 30?
- Yeah.

- More than 40?
- Yes.

- More than 50?
- Maybe...

Nevin...

Let the poor man eat.

It's more than 50, isn't it?

Think it's too late
to pitch a tent?

Are you sure you've had enough
to eat?

Yes, it was delicious.

You obviously don't have any
trouble growing enough food.

Everything in the dome
is completely self-sufficient.

What about power?

We draw energy from geothermal
vents located beneath the town.

Tomorrow I can show you
the generators.

Pallan's one of the technicians
who maintains the system.

Well, you're obviously
very advanced,

but your level
of architecture

seems to be out of step
with your level of technology.

Technology's what
destroyed our world.

The dome was created
because industrial growth

poisoned the air and the water.

Our people were dying
from disease and starvation,

so the survivors made a deliberate
choice to simplify their lives.

We have our own
environmental problems.

Perhaps, if we learned
about your history,

it might help us
avoid a similar fate.

Well, the easiest way for you to learn
about our history is through The Link.

- Is that possible?
- Of course.

Thousands of historical books
are on file.

Uh, maybe that isn't
such a good idea.

We have no way of knowing
if our brain physiology

is compatible
with the technology.

Thanks. Maybe later.

Hello, Nevin.

I'm not Nevin.
I'm Colonel O'Neill from Stargate Command.

All right, Colonel O'Neill...

Will you please take off
my hood?

Nevin, it's time for school.

Go to your room
and access your lessons.

When I grow up,
can I be an explorer?

We'll talk about it later.

So none of you has ever
been outside the dome?

Not in over 400 years.

We monitor the levels
of toxicity,

but we've never
actually seen it.

What's it like?

It's not very pretty.

I've seen images
on The Link of a great city

with tall buildings
made of glass and steel.

I'm afraid there's not
much left but rubble.

I suppose... that's why
they created this.

So we're not constantly
reminded of what happened.

It's a pretty convincing illusion.
I'd love to see how it's made.

Well, the control room's underground,
but the entrance is this way.

As you can see, Major, we haven't
abandoned technology altogether.

Yeah.

If using The Link is out of the
question, then this is your only option.

We don't have much need
for books anymore.

These are all that's left
from the old world.

It's interesting, the writing's similar to
a language we've encountered before.

Can you translate it?

With your help?

Let's get started.

Atmospheric analysis, dome
integrity, power utilization.

Very impressive.

If you don't mind, I just have to
check the coolant pressure. Please...

Pallan...

This looks like
some kind of religious text.

Evalla?

Evalla?

Pallan?

Yes?

You okay?

Of course.
Let me see.

- Did you see that?
- See what?

The screens changed. They were
filled with some sort of streaming code.

That's impossible. They always display
the status of these specific systems.

I know what I saw, Pallan.

I'm afraid
you must be mistaken.

So, what do we know?

Well, their technology's incredible.
At least what's left of it.

Right now, Pallan and I are
trying to rig up a computer interface,

so I can download
some of the specs.

Do they wish anything
in return?

Apparently not.

They seem quite happy
with their situation as it is.

See, that makes no sense to me.
These people live in a bubble.

Well, they have managed
to survive for over 400 years.

Sometimes there is more
to life than mere survival.

We could offer them relocation.

Yeah, I suppose.

Are you suggesting
we leave the dome?

We're just saying
it's possible.

There are many suitable worlds
where your people could live.

But we have everything we need
right here.

Except room to grow.

We're talking about fresh water,
fresh air, mountains, trees...

We can experience all these
things through The Link.

You gotta be kidding me.

It is a very generous offer,
Colonel, but this is our home.

What about the other folks
in the town?

Some of them
have to think differently.

The Council
speaks for the town.

And the Council's decision
is unanimous.

Well, what about the other
Council member?

The woman that was here?

There hasn't been a woman on
the Council since the last election,

and that was two years ago.

What're you talking about?

There was a woman
sitting there yesterday.

Colonel, I can assure you the Council
has always consisted of three members.

I spoke to Pallan.

He claims to have no memory of there
ever being a fourth Council member.

She was just there yesterday.

Maybe The Link
has something to do with this?

If it can be used to download
information directly into people's brains,

maybe it can also be used to
alter their perceptions or memories.

Perhaps the councilwoman
opposed the others,

and they felt it necessary
to be rid of her.

So they erased her
from existence?

That seems a little harsh,
don't you think?

Well, the bottom line is
we can't trust these people.

Well, sir, I'd still like to finish my
research on the dome technology.

Yeah, maybe there's
something in the archive

that can shed some light
on this.

The behavior of the townspeople
does seem odd,

but they don't appear to be
an immediate threat.

All right,
see what you can find out.

- How's it coming?
- Well,

I still can't find any
historical reference

to the time period when
the dome was first created.

By that time our people
had begun using The Link.

It's possible not much written
material survives from that era.

Let me ask you something, um...

If you had the chance to-to
leave the dome, and, uh...

and go live on another planet,
would you take it?

Pallan told me about the
conversation you had with the Council.

- And?
- We have everything we need right here.

That's what they said.

We hope that someday the poison
in the outside atmosphere

will dissipate and we'll be
able to reclaim the planet.

- But not in your lifetime.
- No.

What about children?

I mean, don't you and Pallan
want to have a family?

Of course.

But there must be some
sort of population controls.

Each couple's allowed
a maximum of two children.

And you're okay with that?

Limited resources dictate that we
maintain the population at a certain level.

How many people are we
talking about here, exactly?

At this precise moment? 1,373.

And what would happen
if someone,

you know, decided to break the
rules and have more than two children?

I don't know. No one ever has.

Try the interface now...

We got it.

You believe this technology
will be useful on your world?

Why don't you and your wife come
back with us and see for yourselves?

Just for a visit.

- Do you have oceans?
- Oceans, deserts, rainforests...

It would take a lifetime
to seeiit all.

It sounds wonderful.

Wait a minute...

You said these were the power
utilization figures, right?

That's right.

What's a normal variation?

Between .01 and .07%.

Well, then we've got a problem.

These levels are least 2% lower
than when we first came down here.

No, that can't be.

No, you're mistaken. These
figures are within normal range.

Do you have the readings
from this morning?

Of course.

You see? No variation.

This is wrong.

These measurements
are foreign to you.

Well, it doesn't mean I can't
recognize a relative drop.

Major, I can access 400 years of recorded
power utilization figures on The Link.

There's never been
more than a 0.1% variation.

Hypothetically speaking,
if there was...

would it threaten the integrity
of the force field?

I suppose it might.
But it's never come up.

Colonel O'Neill!

Colonel, is it true,
what they're saying?

You've offered to take us
through the gate to another world?

Yeah, that's right.

Then Nevin and I
will come with you.

I see the way he is with you
and I realize that Nevin

deserves the chance for much
more than this world can ever offer.

Are you certain?

This is not a decision
to be taken lightly.

I want my son to grow up
in a world

where the sky and the clouds aren't
part of an illusion created by a computer.

Well, that's good enough
for me.

- Colonel, come in.
- Go ahead.

Sir, I've been running
some calculations here

and I've discovered something.

O'Neill...

Sir, are you reading me?

Carter, the M.A.L.P's gone.

- Say again?
- The M.A.L.P.

is no longer parked
where we parked it.

It would appear someone does not wish
us to communicate with Stargate Command.

Well, that's not
our only problem.

The dome is losing power.

I noticed a discrepancy
with the output levels,

but I wasn't sure because the
computer record showed no change.

So, I converted the unitsand
compared the current levels

with the readings I took yesterday
when we first came through.

And?

In the last 24 hours,
there's been almost a 4% drop.

Sir, if this continues,
the dome will fail.

How much time?

It's hard to say.

But when it does,
everyone here will die.

Evalla?

Sir, the computer's giving me
new information.

The power level
is definitely dropping.

Major Carter, should we
not warn the townspeople?

I'm not sure we're going to be
able to convince them.

The only evidence we have
are the computer readings,

and for some reason, Pallan
couldn't see that they were changing.

Maybe he's in on it.

I don't think so.

I think his memories are
being altered and it's possible

that the same holds true
for everyone in this town.

Evalla!

Evalla!

And I called out
to her and she just ignored me.

It was like she was in some
sort of trance or something.

Perhaps she was under
the influence of The Link.

There's no telling what level
of manipulation is possible.

So, brainwashing?

Yeah, that's one way
of putting it.

We have to help these people.

I mean, they're being held against
their will, they don't even know it.

Well, as long as they've got
those things on their faces,

they're not gonna be
convinced of anything.

Is it possible
to disable The Link?

It's part of the same computer
system that controls the dome.

If we tamper with it, we risk
bringing the whole force field down.

On the other hand, if I could use
the computer to access The Link,

maybe I could reprogram the
information that's being sent out.

You mean do a little
brainwashing of our own.

The only problem is, I don't think
I could do it without Pallan's help.

If I can find historical
evidence in the library

that directly contradicts
information available on The Link,

that might prove to at least some of
these people that they're being lied to.

Like records
of the Council meetings.

They would show that there used
to be more than three members.

Exactly.

All right,
you two do what you do.

Teal'c, you and I are late
for a radio contact.

Colonel O'Neill!

- Where are you going?
- We're going back to the house.

- We need those special outfits we had.
- The house is this way.

You are mistaken.
It is in that direction.

There's nothing over there.
That's the edge of the dome.

Come on, I'll show you.

Here it is. See?
Right where you left it.

Hey... is this where
we slept last night?

It is not.

What's going on here?

Colonel... are you going back
to Earth now?

No. We were just
gonna send a message.

Don't worry, we're not leaving
without you.

Excuse me?

Anyone who wants to leave
is welcome to come with us.

Why would I leave?

You have expressed a desire to live in
a world where the sky was not artificial.

You must have me mistaken
for someone else.

Nevin, you wanted
to be an explorer, right?

I'm going to be a gardener,
like my father.

You are under the influence
of The Link.

What are you talking about?

Those things on your head,
you gotta lose them.

No, no.

Yes.

They're messing with your mind
somehow. You've got to get rid of them.

The Link gives us
everything we need.

Look, just take it off for
a minute. Just flick it off.

I can't. To be disconnected from
The Link would cause instant death.

Now, see, that's something
you've never said before.

Colonel, I think
you should leave now.

Carter,
what's your status?

I'm on my way
to the control room now.

Well, watch yourself.
They got to Kendrick.

Major, I've almost finished
downloading the generator design.

- Pallan, we need to talk.
- All right.

Do you remember earlier today, I told
you I noticed a drop in the power levels?

I remember you being mistaken.

What about now?
Do you notice any change?

- Power levels are constant.
- No, they're not.

It's just that every time
these screens are updated,

the information on The Link
is updated as well.

It alters your memory, so you
don't see what's happening.

Major, this is absurd.

Pallan... the dome is failing.

I told you you're mistaken.

No. I am not mistaken.

Now, if you don't help me
warn the others,

then you and Evalla and
everyone in this city will die.

- Who?
- Evalla, your wife.

Major, I don't know what's come
over you, but I've never been married.

I need you to disconnect
yourself from The Link.

That's insane.

I know you believe
that removing that node

from your forehead
will kill you.

I've known that
since childhood.

But last night, Evalla removed
hers and nothing happened.

Who is this Evalla?

- I told you. She's your wife.
- Ohl.

Your memories of her have been
altered in the same way

that you've been kept from realizing
that the dome is deteriorating.

- Major...
- At first,

I thought it was somebody on
the Council who was responsible,

but the changes are happening
too quickly.

I think it's automatic.

The computer makes changes,

and then updates the memories of everyone
in this town so no one's the wiser.

Pallan, you have to disconnect.

That would be suicide.

No. That's just a lie that's
been planted by the computer.

We need to reprogram The Link to
convince the others of what's happening,

but I can't do it without you.

- No.
- Sam!

- Got it.
- What is that?

They're legal documents.

All I can say
is thank God for lawyers.

When everyone else
was converting to The Link,

they were still using
good old-fashioned paper.

See, when the dome
was first created,

everyone signed a contract establishing
communal land ownership rights.

Look at the number.

No, that can't be.

There were originally over
100,000 people living here.

That's impossible.

The dome isn't big enough
to sustain that many.

- Not anymore.
- Oh, my God.

All this time, I thought the power
loss would cause the dome to fail.

But the computer found
a way to compensate,

the dome is shrinking.

See, that's what happened to
the M.A.L.P. It didn't go anywhere.

It's right where we left it,
except for now it's on the outside.

Now, wait a minute...

If there were over
100,000 people living here,

where did they all go?

O'Neill.

There are other remains here,

but the bones have been eaten
away by the corrosive atmosphere.

I understand why you're
reluctant to believe us, Pallan.

You've got things in your head
that must seem like

memories of a lifetime,
but they're not.

Just yesterday, you'd
never even heard of the idea

that disconnecting
from The Link could be fatal.

- You're lying.
- Look at these documents.

They're over 400 years old,
they're written in your language.

How could we fake this?
Why would be fake this?

The only reason
they still exist

is because the computer did
not foresee outside interference.

To anyone on The Link,
they're completely irrelevant.

But why?

The computer is programmed
to maintain the community.

Individuals had to be sacrificed
for the good of the whole.

Only each time
someone disappeared,

no one noticed because all
memory of them was erased.

Please...

No...

- It's all right...
- No...

You see?

Now, we need your help.

Carter,
what's your status?

Pallan's trying to access
The Link right now.

If he can get in, we might be
able to reprogram it.

Understood.
We're coming to you.

- What did I do?
- It's another update.

Nevin, I want you to stay here.

Father?

Is Colonel O'Neill sick?

He is, but we're
going to make him better.

What is it?

These systems
are so complicated.

Without access to The Link, I'm
not sure I know what I'm doing.

Pallan, you've been doing this
your whole life.

You're just gonna have to try to
remember the old-fashioned way.

Right.

- Maybe not that way.
- Agreed.

Let's keep moving.

Carter, we may have
a little problem here.

They're being controlled
by the computer, sir.

O'Neill...

Hey... come here.

Everything's going to be
all right, Colonel.

These are for you.

I don't think so.

You've been disconnected
from The Link.

You're not well.
Let us help you.

Carter... now would be
a good time.

I'm in.
Now, what do I tell them?

There's no time
to explain everything.

Try to erase all memory
of us completely.

- Don't make me shoot you.
- You're not yourself, Colonel.

Without The Link, your
mind is playing tricks on you.

Who are you?

I did it.

We ran some tests on the geothermal
vents that supply the town's power.

Looks like they started to cool
about 200 years ago.

The dome started shrinking
sometime after that.

We should have the whole town
relocated in a couple of days.

I think I'm going to miss
this garden.

How much longer
will the force field last?

It's difficult to say.

I mean even with less and less
surface area to maintain,

the power
would have failed eventually.

And in the meantime, more
of us would have disappeared.

You still don't remember her,
do you?

No.

You know, in a way,
I envy the others.

They, uh, they all
must have lost somebody,

but I'm the only one
who knows for sure.

And how do you mourn someone,
when you can't even picture her face?

I'm sorry, Pallan.
I wish I could help.

Maybe you can.

How?

Tell me about her.