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Narrator:
Previously, onstargate sg—1.

The who? It's a coalition

of former smugglers and
mercenaries who've banded together

to take advantage of the power
vacuum left by the demise of the Goa'uld.

We received a communique
from a Goa'uld named nerus.

Ring any bells?

He is a Goa'uld known
for his many appetites.

I was the one who figured out

how to activate all the
Stargates in the galaxy at once.

Didn't ba'al mention that?

You will descend

to a small, dark room
in the basement of area 51,

and you'll stay there
till you come up

with a defense against the ori.

What would possibly
compel me to do that?

Hunger

(guns firing)

What did you say to them?

Look, obviously
it didn't go so well.

I did advise that you are a most
unlikely drug smuggler, colonel Mitchell.

Can we pleasejust
fall back to the gate?

We cannot hold this position.

What's taking so long?

Guys! We got a problem!

Yes, bad men are shooting at us!

Just hurry up
and open the damn...

Gate.

Jackson: It's called kassa.

It looks a lot like corn.

Which I always thought was
indigenous to North America.

It must be pretty damn tasty
if it's causing all this fuss.

I believe lieutenant mooney
described it as

"sweet corn heaven."

What's his condition?

He's still craving it, sir.

He didn't even want
to leave the planet.

I had to restrain him
to get him back here.

It's amazing.

Obviously you never had my grandma's
corn bread and black—eyed peas.

No. What about the rest
of the population?

Were they demonstrating any
of the same addictive behaviors?

Everybody was fine
when we first got there.

A fight broke out in the
marketplace when supplies ran low,

and my men and I had to
move in to restore order.

That's what made mooney
want a taste in the first place.

I just didn't think it would...

Landry: It's all right.

What does Dr. Lee
have to say about it?

He's still analyzing
the sample now, sir,

to determine whether or not
it's naturally occurring.

Which makes me wonder if the
ori have something to do with this.

Get all the population
jonesing for space corn.

I don't know.

I also do not believe
that to be likely.

I guess it doesn't really fit
their m.O., does it?

Besides, there was no evidence
that a prior had ever been there before.

In the last session
of the interim council,

several Jaffa leaders complained

of erratic behavior
on several planets.

We did not suspect tampering
with the food supply.

Colonel, were you able to determine
where this kassa came from?

I pressured one of the
vendors for a gate address,

but to be honest,
I don't know if it's accurate.

It's worth checking out, sir.

Find out what you can,

but try to stay under the radar.

Mitchell: Will do.

(Birds chirping)

Taste—testing the produce, huh?

Please, I have two daughters.

Don't worry,
we're not gonna hurt you.

Who are you? What do you want?

We're looking to buy some kassa.

It is available at every market.

We're looking
for a sizable quantity.

I can maybe spare you
one or two carts full.

How much for the whole field?

This is not the way
the alliance does business.

As in the Lucian alliance?

What other alliances do we know?

Many.

The Lucian alliance
will know you've come.

They have eyes everywhere.

Great,

because we're looking
to set up a meeting.

Maybe you can arrange that.

Worrel returns this afternoon.

Worrel is...

This is his land, his crop.

He lives in a house
just up the road.

Tell him Mr. Shaft would
like to meet with him.

Any specific time,

or should I just block off
the whole afternoon?

I will arrange it,
but I must warn you

he will not take
kindly to your request

or to yout presence.

(Clearing throat)

What the hell was that?

What was what?

We're supposed to stay
under the radar.

I doubt if this world
possesses such technology.

See? When he's right,
he's right. Sam has a point.

We're not equipped to
take these guys on right now.

I have no intention
of taking anybody on.

I'm just gonna pose as a buyer.

You? Well, no offense, Jackson,

but you do not strike me
as the drug dealer type.

In fact, you're not even close.

I think I'm as close as you are.

Come on, you're miles away.

Teal'c, which one
of us is closer?

I believe the three of you
to be equidistant.

Oh, please! Mary poppins
is not even in the running.

Hey! And neither are you,

because I'm going.

I'm just gonna ask some
questions about the operation,

find out what I can, tell
them their price is too high

and then hightail it
out of there.

Carter: This was a bad idea.

It's been four hours now.
When do we call this thing?

They are heavily armed.

This is the man I told
you about. Mr. Shaft.

Hey.

You must be worrel.

Where are your friends, mister?

I figured you'd rather
deal one—on—one.

Call me shaft.

Who told you kassa
was grown here?

In my business, you get
to know the right people.

What right people?

You know, the good,
hard—working type.

Tell you what you wanna know,
then disappear.

You can go.

We'll talk inside.

Right.

If we remain here,
we will be discovered.

Let's hope it doesn't
come to that.

Fellas, do you think
I'd carry a weapon?

Enough.

All right, mister,
what can I do for you?

I represent a coalition
of seven planets

with a combined population of
30 million kassa—hungry souls.

We're looking for a supplier.

I don't have
that kind of inventory.

No, nobody does, that's
why I need more than one.

So, if you could
just refer me...

Refer you? Higher up.

So, you wish to speak
to my superior?

I think our needs are big
enough to warrant his attention.

Yourneeds

oh, that didn't look good.

Just exactly who do you
think you are?

I already told you my name.

Mister.

Actually, it's just shaft. Mister
is more of a courtesy title.

So if you could just pass
it along to your superiors,

that's all I'm asking.

I'm forced to wonder
what someone like yourself,

a businessman representing...

How many planets
did you say again?

Seven, but one of them
is actually a moon, so...

So, 30 million
potential customers,

and you need me to arrange
a meeting with my superior.

See, now, you're
selling yourself short.

Yeah, I think he's in trouble.

As are we.

(Guns firing)

What did you say to them?

Look, obviously
it didn't go so well.

Guys!

What's taking so long?

We got a problem.

Just hurry up
and open the damn...

Gate.

Okay, here's
an obvious question.

You're surrounded!
Drop your weapons!

Harriman: Chevron four encoded.

Chief, how long
are they overdue now?

Two hours, sir.

Colonel Mitchell's
never missed a check—in.

Chevron five encoded.

General Landry, sir.
I just spoke with Dr. Lee.

He's determined
the plant contains

a highly addictive
psycho stimulant.

Which just confirms
what we already knew.

But we didn't know
it is engineered,

which means
it didn't evolve naturally.

Chevron six encoded.

Chevron seven will not lock.

Why not?

I don't know, sir. I'm not showing
any malfunction at this end.

Run a diagnostic and try again.

Yes, sir.

The infamous sg—I.

Mitchell:
Everybody, this is worrel.

Trust me, mister. You won't
get the best of me again.

Actually, it's Mitchell.
Cameron Mitchell.

I tried to explain the, uh,
"mister" thing. I don't think...

How did you steal the Stargate?

What?

Sg—I shows up
on my little backwater planet,

and the Stargate vanishes.

I'm not a fool.

Perhaps not,
but we are not responsible.

We were here
on a reconnaissance mission.

So, you were done
slaying system lords

and decided to move on to more
pressing agricultural concerns?

That's exactly it. Corn patrol.

(Grunts)

Jackson: Oh, I have a question.

Why would we make
the gate magically disappear

before we had a chance
to escape through it?

Bad timing?

That's gotta be the single
stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Do things always go according
to plan in your world, Dr. Jackson?

No. Not usually, no.

Then I would guess this is
another one of those times.

And until my Stargate
is returned,

things will continue
to go wrong.

We've made repeated attempts
to connect, sir.

There's no signal whatsoever.

It's gotta be a problem
with the offworld gate.

Get me colonel Emerson
on board the odyssey.

Yes, sir, right away.

Sir, I have
general Landry for you.

Onscreen.

Colonel, how goes the shakedown?

90% of our primary systems
are up and running, sir.

Care to take a ride?
Another time.

I just need you to tell me that
your hyperdrive is part of that 90%.

We've lost contact with sg—I.

They were on p6g—452.

Estimate 22 hours, sir.

I wouldn't wanna go
into battle just yet,

but I think we can reach 452

and extract sg—I
inside of a day.

Glad to hear it.

I assume they have
the new locator chip implants.

They were the first,
after the events on tegalus.

I can't think of a better
first operational mission

for the odyssey
than to bring home sg—I.

Neither can I, colonel.
Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Landry out.

Major marks, set a course
for p6g—452.

Yes, sir.

Attention all decks.
This is Emerson.

Prepare to engage hyperdrive.

Take us out.

With pleasure, sir.

(Grunts)

Seriously, why would we take
the Stargate away

before we had a chance
to escape through it?

And don't say "bad timing."

Are things continuing to go
wrong for you, Dr. Jackson?

It's within your power
to change that.

Torturing us is not gonna get
you the answer you're looking for.

I don't wanna torture you.

In fact, if you tell me
the location of the Stargate,

I'm prepared to release you.

Oh, you are not!

Can——can you believe
hejust said that?

You've already blown
your chance.

Whoever took your Stargate
is long gone.

And when your superiors discover
that you have let the real thieves escape,

it is you who will be tortured.

Someone is stealing Stargates?

Well, four that we know of, sir,

according to
the tok'ra dispatch.

Which could explain
why we haven't been

able to dial 452
and contact sg—I.

Exactly, sir.

In fact, the trust tried
this once with our gate.

Isn't any Goa'uld mother ship

or a similar—class vessel
capable of taking a gate?

Not with asgard
beaming technology,

which one eyewitness apparently
confirmed is the method being used.

Send an encrypted data—burst
of all available intel

to colonel Emerson
on board the odyssey.

Yes, sir. Oh, and, chief,

call Peterson air base.

I need to take a little trip
to area 51.

Right away, sir.

(Door buzzing)

General.

They told me you were coming,

but I didn't believe them.

I said, "I don't believe you."

Well, here I am.

You come to visit

a condemned prisoner
empty—handed?

You're not
a condemned prisoner, nerus.

But if you tell me
what I need to know,

I'll arrange a feast,

the likes ofwhich you have not
seen since you set foot on this planet.

(Whispering) Feast?

I do not use the word lightly.

Nor do I.

How may I be of service,
my dear general?

Someone out there is
stealing Stargates.

I need to know who, how and why.

Stealing them?

Beamed right off the planets with
asgard technology, as far as we know.

Well, that must be
maddening for you.

It is.

I already have
an idea who it might be.

Well, if you're so smart,
what do you need me for?

I have a theory.
I still need some answers.

But such a quandary
must be worth more to you

than a single,
solitary indulgent meal.

Perhaps we could discuss

my dietary requirements
on a more permanent...

Every minute you waste
trying to negotiate,

I take one item off the menu.

Can we talk over appetizers?

General!

Look, for what it's worth, guys,
sorry I dragged you into this.

Oh, it happens all the time.

Mitchell: Worrel, my friend.

You wear the furrowed brow
of a deeply worried man.

How's your day going?

We've been recalled
by the alliance.

(Chuckling) Well, you can't
say we didn't tell you so.

It is far worse news for you.

I no longer have any reason
to keep you alive.

(Stammering) No, wait.
I can think of a reason.

We're more valuable alive.

Yes, we're more
valuable alive. Good one.

No.

My instructions were
quite clear.

Take care of Mr. Shaft last.

I want him to watch
the others go first.

Your deaths will serve
as a warning to your people

never to meddle with our
operations in the future.

General,

this chicken is
most plump and delicious!

You spoil me, general!

It's called Turkey. Turkey?

Another rare delicacy.

Well, I must have more Turkey!

What's this?

I'm losing Patience, nerus.

Well, you already know
who it is. So, it is ba'al?

Of course, it's ba'al.
Who else would it be?

Why is he doing it?

You're the genius. You tell me.

Maybe there's no need to go
into the third and fourth courses.

No, general. No, no, no.

I meant that as the most
sincere form of flattery.

You are one of the more
intelligent human beings

I've ever had
the pleasure of meeting,

and I assure you, general,

that this meal has just begun.

I'm glad to hear that.

Hey, the other three had
nothing to do with this.

I was running the operation.
Cam.

Worrel knows this.
Tell him to get back here.

Sg—1, I'm colonel Paul Emerson.

Welcome aboard the odyssey.

Thank you, sir.

How about that timing,
Jackson? Good timing.

Airman, let's get these people out
of these bindings and to the infirmary.

Sir.

I know you people have been
through a lot.

We'll live. Hand it over.

We received this intel from
Stargate command a few hours ago.

Damn, ba'al's been busy.

He's been gathering up
Stargates from all over the sector

for the last several weeks.

Yeah, we saw one
of them disappear.

Do we know why?

Not yet.
Nor do we know where he is.

What of the Lucian alliance?

For the moment, general Landry
considers this our top priority.

Where's he getting his intel?

Nerus.

Oh, jim—dandy.

Such intelligence cannot
be considered reliable.

I'm not sure. Nerus did
work for ba'al for centuries.

It's a good place
as any to start.

And general Landry can be pretty
persuasive when he needs to be.

Landry: Nerus, you have
the most atrocious table manners

of any person I've ever met.

General, please.

You forget
that despite appearances,

I'm not human.

Oh, my goodness. Why does
ba'al want a dozen Stargates?

Nerus?

Dessert!

(Ch uckling)

Young man, you have
positively read my mind.

Come in, come in.

Make room for dessert.

Just put... oh, what are...

Individually frosted cakes!

Well, you're so clever, you
figured out the perpetrator,

what do you think?

We assume he intends to offer them
back to the planets he's stolen them from

in exchange for some
form of payment.

You're not very intelligent,
are you, general?

Sorry to disappoint you.

Well, you——you're just
thinking too small, that's all.

You've got to think
more like a Goa'uld.

What is it

that ba'al once had?

Think of it.

Now think ofwhat he has lost.

He's starting over. Precisely.

See? There's still
hope for you yet.

See, some time ago,
ba'al came to me

looking for a way to rebuild

in the event that the Jaffa ever
succeeded in conquering the Goa'uld.

Now, I had been studying
the Stargate system for months.

To help you defeat the
replicators, incidentally.

And I stumbled upon a way

to disable the correlative
update program.

So you could move a Stargate

and not have it transmit its new
position to the rest of the network.

Precisely.

So it would seem that ba'al
has put my research into practice.

Which leads us to where?

I have a theory, general,

but no assortment of cheeses,

however delicious, could
possibly compel me to tell you that.

What did you have in mind?

My freedom. Absolutely not.

Once he has set the program,

it will be impossible to detect.

Your freedom just isn't
on the table, nerus.

But I'm sure there is
something else we can offer.

My dear general,

I rarely say this,

so please take it
to heart when I say

that for the moment, I'm full.

What were you thinking, worrel?

Please don't kill me.

And why would I do that?

The last time I heard you
say that to someone, they...

I'm just stunned that you
would honestly believe

that sg—I would steal the gate

and trap themselves
on the planet.

Well, I...

You had them
for almost two days,

and you learned nothing.

And now two—thirds of
our crop will rot uselessly.

If we could bring
in cargo ships...

Cargo ships?

You have any idea how
many it would actually take?

I promise I will avenge this.

Don't worry
about sg—I and earth.

They're of little consequence.

We have spies
all over the galaxy.

Find out who really took
the Stargate and get it back.

Or don't bother
returning yourself.

Yes, netan.

Oh, well.

LAN dry:
I trust you're all packed.

Yes, with a sizable
assortment of, uh...

What do you call them?

Cupcakes.

Yes! A most generous point to
concede in our negotiation, general.

Conflderh a going-away present.

Well, I'm touched.

Yes, well, I admit
it took some convincing.

Well, superiors can
sometimes be difficult.

They do have reason
not to trust you.

(Stammering) Yes, but you did
convince them that it was a fair bargain.

Me giving the coordinates
for my freedom.

Unless, of course,
you don't intend to honor...

I think you know by now
I'm a man of my word.

Well, yes, of course you are.

Then you should have no
trouble believing me when I say

that if you're lying
about these coordinates,

there will be nowhere in
this galaxy for you to hide.

Oh, I believe you.

I'm glad.

Farewell.

(Whooshing)

Putz.

Should I dial the
coordinates he left, sir?

No, it's probably
a black hole or worse.

If I've learned one thing
in this command,

it's never to trust a Goa'uld.

Especially if his name is nerus.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Sir, we're picking up a
subspace signal from the beacon.

That was fast. Yes, sir.
Looks like you were right.

He went back to ba'al.

Send the coordinates
to odyssey, asap.

Yes, sir.

Sir, if you don't
mind my asking...

How did we plant
the beacon on nerus?

Yes, sir.

It was a piece of cake.

Sir, I'm receiving a subspace
transmission from sgc.

It's a set of coordinates.

Ba'al.

General Landry's
indeed persuasive.

Colonel, is the odyssey
ready to fight?

Our shields have only
been tested in simulations,

but our weapons
and navigation are online.

Let's take him down.

How nice!

You——you came
to greet me in person.

Oh, I have this fabulous
innovation I want you to...

It's—— it's called a cupcake.
It's so good.

Why have you returned?

My old friend,
you wound me deeply.

I'm capable of wounding you
much more deeply.

I thought you made yourself
quite comfortable with the tau'ri...

Or was it the ori?

(Stammering) You actually
believe that I would defect to the ori?

No, no, no.

It was a temporary
lapse of judgement, I admit,

but, uh, I——I have never

in——in my life

ever wavered one iota

in my devotion for you, sire.

Are you certain
you were not followed?

I am a genius, you know.

So you insist.

Yes, and so I have proven in my
service to you time and time again.

Do you know how many Stargates
I had to go through to get here?

Five Stargates!

And that kind and naive
general promised me...

Anyway, he gave me his word
that he wouldn't follow me.

If you wish to return to my court,
nerus, you shall have to prove yourself.

How? Find me planets

suitable for my new empire.

I am ready to begin anew.

Well, first I must recover

from my harrowing ordeal.

It would be wise
not to defy me, nerus.

Things have changed
considerably since you left.

From what little
we know of ba'al's ship,

there's only one cargo hold
big enough to store the Stargates.

That's here.

We beam onto the ship,
make our way to the cargo hold

and tag the gates
with these suckers.

Locator beacons.

Carter: They only operate through
subspace, so they shouldn't be detected.

Once we lock onto their
signal, we beam back the gates,

beam ourselves out and hopefully be
gone before ba'al knows the difference.

But won't ba'al be able
to detect the odyssey?

And even if they don't,

how do you beam through shields?

Lefsjustsay that's been
taken into consideration.

(Rumbling)

Oh, dear.

General Landry had
Dr. Lee program a virus

into several of nerus' devices.

As soon as he interfaces
one of them with the ship,

it should kill
all their systems.

Shields, sensors, weapons.

Woman on P.A. system:
Colonel Emerson, this is flight deck.

We're coming out
of hyperspace now, sir.

Understood. We're on our way.

Ba'al's ship should
be dead ahead, sir.

Have they detected us?
Negative, sir,

but I am receiving
a subspace locator code.

It was programed to transmit
when the virus went active.

Nerus didn't waste time,
for a change.

What is happening?

All our systems have failed.

How can that be?

I have limited power
back online.

Looks like the systems are being
disrupted from within the ship.

Come with me.

This way.

(Whispering) We're in.

Understood. We will hold the
station within beaming range.

Oh, hello.

Oh, it's just
a teeny—tiny virus.

I'm sure I can eradicate it
in short order.

As soon as I can get control
of the terminal.

General, you're a lot more
devious than I thought you were.

You disappoint me.

(Stammering)
I'll keep you informed.

Thank you.

Oh, here you are again.

Well, I——I——I don't think that
shooting the console will help,

but you can try.

Oh, I see.

I don't suppose there's
anything I can say.

But I'm so interesting.

(Beeping)

We have an intruder on the ship.

Oh, boy.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
We're gonna need more locators.

Colonel Mitchell.

Company.

Ideas?

Houston, we have a problem.

What is it?

Sir, another three mother ships
just dropped out of hyperspace.

What? Intercepting a hail, sir.

Netan: Ha'tak vessel, this
is netan of the Lucian alliance.

Surrender now,
or you will be destroyed.

Lucian alliance,
this is colonel Emerson,

commander of the earth
vessel odyssey. Please respond.

Sir, they've powered up weapons.

Target appears to be
ba'al's ship.

Sg—I, this is odyssey.
What's your status?

Jackson, a little help!

Our position has
been compromised!

We are attempting
to proceed with the mission!

Be advised. The Lucian
alliance just showed up.

You can't go up against all
of them with an untested ship.

Emerson: They're
targeting ba'al's ship.

We gotta get you
out of there now.

That's a negative,
I'm still tagging the gates.

Colonel, without shields, ba'al's ship
won't be able to withstand anything.

We know, thank you. Sg—I out.

Status?

Managed to restore sensors
and communications.

Detecting four other ships
in close proximity.

What? We're being hailed.

Put them onscreen.

This is netan
of the Lucian alliance.

You have cargo
that belongs to us.

You will surrender it
and your ship now.

You are in no position
to make such demands.

You have no shields
and no weapons.

Surrender immediately
or prepare to be boarded.

Go ahead and try.

Fire on them.

Target weapons
and hyperdrive engines.

Get me my shields!

Sir, the Lucian alliance
vessel has opened fire.

Sg—I, stand by for extraction.

Attaching the last
beacon now. Go!

Activating transport.

I've managed to restore shields.

Sir, we've got a problem.

Ba'al's shields
just went back up.

You're gonna have to sit tight.

We can't sit for long!
Fall back!

Bring us about.

Captain, fire forward
rail guns at the lead ship.

Looks like we're gonna
be testing our shields.

Evasive. Report.

Shields are holding,
but down 11%, sir.

The Lucian alliance ship
shows minimal damage.

What about ba'al's ship? Can
we get them out of there yet?

Negative, sir.

Last mag.

We need to find
another way off this boat.

Carter? I have an idea.

Nice. Jaffa.

Covering fire!

Forget weapons.
Bring our hyperdrive online.

My lord, I'm showing
imminent shield failure.

Sir, ba'al's ship
just lost shields.

Get them out of there now.

Hangar deck, report.

Man on radio: Sir, we've got
all the gates but one.

We couldn't get
a lock on its beacon.

What about sg—I? Negative, sir.

Ba'al's ship has been destroyed.

Concentrate all weapons fire
on the earth vessel.

All three Lucian alliance
vessels are targeting us now, sir.

Engage hyperdrive.

I'm glad to see you.

I'm a little surprised to see
you come through the gate.

Colonel Carter successfully
reprogrammed one of the dhds

in ba'al's cargo hold so
that we could, in fact, escape.

Well done.
With your permission, sir,

we should let odysseyknow
that we're okay.

They probably fear the worst.
The worst?

That we were blown up
in ba'al's ship

when the Lucian alliance
attacked, sir.

So, the Stargates
were destroyed.

No, hopefully the odyssey
managed to beam the gates off in time.

An eventful few days.
Debrief in one hour.

We have got the best jobs
in the world, don't we?

I'm gonna hit the shower.

I'm gonna find a doctor.

We are indeed suitably employed.

Yeah, it was a good day.