Destiny...
The design is clearly ancient,
launched hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Where the hell are we?
Several billion light years from home.
We are on a ship,
but we have no idea where we are in relation to Earth.
This ship could be the most important discovery
mankind has made since the Stargate itself.
These are the wrong people in the wrong place.
We've got wounded. We need to get home.
We barely have enough power to operate the main systems.
This ship simply doesn't have the capability to dial Earth.
In this case are five ancient communication stones.
You physically take control of an individual at the other end.
She's not going to have it. She's 16.
We barely even know each other.
If anyone finds this
within the next, I don't know, 40 years,
tell Sharon...
My last thoughts were of her.
Your shift's over.
- I'm good. - You need rest.
- I've been sitting on my ass for hours. - General O'Neill's orders.
Got plans for tonight?
This is delicious. My compliments to the chef.
I'll give you his number, and he delivers.
No kidding?
Listen, I wanted to say thank you.
There aren't many people that understand what I'm going through.
Happy to help.
Any time.
Is everything okay?
We've only known each other a short time,
but I'd like to feel I can call you a friend.
Of course you can.
And as such, I feel a certain...
Obligation
to tell you some things...
About your husband.
Projet-SG (1.00)
You were supposed to join us.
I know, sorry.
I pulled a thing.
Colonel wants everybody in shape.
Tomorrow. I promise.
Let's go!
Come on.
To hell with this.
Mind if I join you?
You okay?
Fine.
Cause you look a little tired.
You getting any sleep?
I said I'm fine.
I'm fine too, thanks for asking.
We've managed to secure two more sections of the ship.
I'm sending a team in to take a look. I need you to operate a kino for me.
Kinda busy here.
Doing what?
I can't say.
And what's that supposed to mean?
That I was told not to say.
A secret mission, is it? How intriguing.
Look, you're gonna have to talk to Colonel Young...
About this.
Do me a favor, have a look at your chest.
Is there any insignia there, thats says
"Lieutenant" or "Sergeant," or anything like that?
- All I got is "you are here." - Exactly.
- I'll be down when I'm done. - Don't bother.
I'll manage.
He says he's fine, but I'm worried about him.
Him and about a dozen others. I want you to do psych evaluations.
Everyone, civilians, military. I've been meaning to ask you anyway.
Don't you think Camile might want to do them? Being H.R.
- You took psych in college, right? - One course, undergrad.
- That hardly qualifies me. - That's perfect. Get to it.
You can do it.
Hold on.
The door on your right, try it.
More quarters.
Not bad...
Moving on.
So do I start crying now, or do we build up to that?
Tell me how you're doing.
How I'm doing...
With life on the ship.
It sucks. I hate it.
How about your hydroponics lab? Any luck there?
The seeds won't sprout, which really sucks,
because I would have liked to have started to grow some food.
I'm not really much of a fruit and vegetable guy,
but anything would be better than the crap you've been serving us,
and there's not enough water, and the beds are rock hard,
and don't let me forget to mention
that I was shot by one of your people!
So you're doing fine, then.
How's it coming?
I've run simulations
on a dozen variations of Telford's plan to power the Gate,
but so far...
Problems.
Such as?
Catastrophic failure,
every time.
Horrible death, fire and brimstone,
- dogs and cats living together... - I get it.
Keep at it. I want to make sure.
You're next up to use the stones to visit Earth.
It's all right, sir, I can wait.
You've been waiting. Take your turn. Wray will be going too.
All right. Thanks.
Go ahead.
- What the hell is this? - We found the dentist's office.
Don't touch anything. Leave it!
I'm on my way.
It's me, Camile.
Weird.
Neural interface?
A precursor to an Ancient device SG-1 discovered several years ago.
A repository of knowledge that can be literally...
downloaded into one's mind.
This is one of those things?
Within that knowledge may be the master code
to unlock the ship's core systems.
Navigation, propulsion.
You're sure?
We can't be certain till someone actually sits in the chair.
It looks like it holds you down and shoots bolts into your head.
They're merely electrodes allowing the transfer of data.
Do you know what a device like this did to General O'Neill?
The amount of information overwhelmed him.
It damn near killed him is what it did.
- It led to incredible discoveries... - And it damn near killed him.
The only thing we know for sure
is an ancient device like this is pretty much a death sentence.
Nobody sits in it.
I want guard detail posted.
So, what are we to do, Colonel? Ignore what this chair can do for us?
I'm telling you to ignore it.
But to study it without sitting in it.
But, Colonel, this predates those found in the Milky Way.
I'd bet the effects are far less severe.
And your own life?
So you're fine as long as someone else volunteers...
If it means getting these people home, I'll sit in the damn thing.
Colonel Young. Come in.
Go ahead.
Colonel Telford's in the communications lab.
He switched bodies with Scott and he wants to talk to you.
I'm on my way.
Colonel, so far I've only managed to access
portions of Destiny's database.
We still can't control the ship.
Even if we could turn this thing around right now and head back to Earth,
how long would that take, another million years?
You want this chair to be a wonderful discovery,
that's fine. Prove it.
You prove you can use it safely to do something we need it to do.
Until then, no one goes near.
Always you on the stones. Don't you let anyone else take a turn?
Why haven't you given us the data collected during our experiment?
We're still working on it ourselves.
I've a team of scientists on Earth. We want to help.
Till things get out of hand, then you jump ship, leave us on our own.
How did Rush do it?
How did he defuse the situation?
When I know, you'll know.
I don't get it.
I'd think you'd be doing everything to get these people and yourself home,
back to your wife.
If you need anything, ask Lieutenant James.
Camile, it is you, right?
I didn't know you were checking in today.
I'm not, actually. This is a personal visit.
Last time I was here, I didn't get a chance to go home.
Right, of course, but since I have you...
I'll be there in a minute.
Colonel Telford's team is working on adjustments to their plan.
They're making progress.
Young is not going to listen,
at least not anytime soon,
and Dr. Rush...
Well, like you said, he's in no hurry to come home.
Still trying to take command of the ship?
He and Young are bumping heads, yes.
Right now, Young seems to be winning that battle.
And you?
I'm caught between them,
not sure which camp is the better choice.
Maybe it's time you started your own.
Your mail, all four letters.
Popular guy.
So, I'm your chaperone.
Where do you want to go? Any family, friends?
There's a buddy I want to catch up with.
- He's at Edwards, or he was... - No problem.
You okay?
I would imagine the level of stress
that comes with trying to figure out the inner workings of this ship...
I know, it's intense, especially figuring
we've only just scratched the surface of all there is to know.
So how are you dealing with it? How do you relieve the stress?
I...
Read.
35! 36! 37!
38! 39!
One, two, three, 18!
One, two, three, 19!
Move it, move it!
Come on, people, faster!
Faster, Franklin, move it!
You're pathetic, Franklin, you know that?
Go again!
Again, Franklin!
Move that fat ass!
You're pathetic! Go again!
She's not cleared, so stick with the cover story.
Hey there.
I'm looking for Annie Balic. I'm an old friend of hers.
Does she live here?
She's my mom.
Is it really you?
If someone wants to volunteer to sit in it, why won't he let them?
- He's trying to protect us. - Please.
It's politics.
He resists at first, comes around eventually,
gives it the green light, and if it works, he's the big hero.
And if it doesn't, well...
You get to take the blame.
- Yes. - How am I coping?
Honestly?
I don't know.
The people on board make it easier, that's for sure.
I made some good friends,
and I met Matt.
So there's that to be grateful for.
So are things getting serious between you two?
He's been a real comfort.
When we're together...
It's not so lonely.
You know?
Say the word, and I'll call child protective services.
He says she'll be home soon.
Which was three hours ago.
I just want to make sure that he...
I'm Colonel Telford.
I'm a friend of Matthew Scott's.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he's fine. He's on a mission.
It's classified. I can't say where, but...
He got your letter.
It said you need to see him?
Have you seen your parents?
No point. They're not cleared. I can't tell them who I really am.
You can tell them that their daughter's okay,
you can tell them that she misses them and she loves them.
Go see them.
I tried to sell that. I did.
- Right. - I really...
Come here.
It's so strange, this...
Other body.
You know, food doesn't taste quite right.
Wine either.
Now, this...
This feels right.
So much for retiring to our beach.
None of that right now.
Forgot the rowboat.
Why did I forget the rowboat?
Come here.
Come on...
Come here...
It's okay...
Dr. Rush, you got a sec?
I'm doing psych evaluations, the entire crew.
- No, thank you. - Colonel Young ordered them.
It's just a talk, see how you're doing, give you a chance to voice
any problems or frustrations.
I'm fine.
No problems, no complaints. Is that it?
He's usually not this shy.
It must be the uniform. He loves the military.
Did you eat?
Go brush your teeth.
Matthew, go.
Is Lieutenant Scott...
I don't know how good of a friend you are,
or what he might have told you...
He said there was a pregnancy, but that you were...
I couldn't.
I couldn't go through with it.
Why didn't you tell him?
I didn't want to burden him. He was dealing with a lot of stuff.
What is it?
Now, that's good.
Look, there's a bad guy out there, put a gun in my hand, I'll go kill him.
Not going to lose any sleep over it.
Your ass needs saving, I'm gonna save it,
or I'm gonna die trying.
I didn't ask to be like this.
Nobody made me this way.
You want to riff about my...
My childhood,
how my daddy...
Beat my ass, really...
Really messed me up?
What, you think you can understand me?
- No, I just want to talk... - I wish people would just shut up...
be happy...
For what I am.
People?
People less willing or able to do...
What I do.
He fought in desert storm, didn't he?
Your dad?
- I'm not talkin' about him. - You're the one who brought him up.
What was he like?
My mom used to babysit him after school.
This is her house.
She died last summer.
This new job, though.
Insane hours, but the money's really good,
so I should be able to hire a sitter real soon.
What's the job?
I dance.
Matt said something about you going to college,
becoming a lawyer?
That was then, right?
It's time.
I need to use your cell phone. Real quick.
I'll be right back.
Sorry.
Be right there.
Come here.
You are going to take a deep breath,
and you're gonna find the strength.
You're gonna go back to that ship,
and you are gonna work with those people.
Motivate them, do whatever you need to do
to get yourself back home.
Because I'm gonna be here. I'm not going anywhere.
- Promise? - I already did that 12 years ago.
The only thing that won't be here when you get back
will be that stupid chair over there.
I love you too.
Be right here.
So they just patched me through to Matt,
And I told him.
He was angry, wasn't he?
He's gonna need some time.
It's a lot to take in right now, but, anyway,
long story short, the mission that he's on right now
takes care of him financially, so he's...
going to arrange to have his monthly Air Force check directly deposited
into your bank account.
- Really? - Yeah, that way you can quit your job,
you can go back to school
- and follow through with your dreams... - Wait a minute.
If Matt wants to help us out, that's great...
But, I'm okay with my job.
Wait, what about college?
Me, a lawyer?
- Like that was ever going to happen. - Did you even try?
Tell matt thanks,
but I've got things under control here.
He doesn't have to worry about us.
I told you it wouldn't take long.
I've been able to access the subspace link between Destiny
and the unmanned ships that were sent out ahead of it.
The ones seeding these Stargates on the planets.
We have data on literally thousands of gates that have already been seeded.
I've only managed to get through a fraction of it, but...
I found something quite interesting.
Almost the same mineral composition as the Icarus planet.
How long?
One year away.
Naturally-occurring naquadria throughout the planet's crust.
Ample power for our needs.
One more year, we can gate back home?
It's not quite as simple as that.
We have to learn how to steer the ship.
How to orbit the planet.
Not to mention how to make the gate work to dial home from there.
As I said, much to be done, but we will of course need...
- the master code. - You better get to work cracking it.
Sounds like you've got the better part of a year.
But the...
- Neural interface device... - Is still off-limits.
God, you think I don't know what you're doing here?
Crack the damn code, Rush. That's your job.
Hey, how'd it go?
Great.
And you?
Great.
One year, and we're out of here?
- First we have to do what's necessary. - Then get to it.
I will,
but we'll need your...
support,
shall we say.
Look, if it means getting off this tin can,
we're all in.
I can't wait another year.
- I want off this ship now. - Chill out, Spencer.
A year's a hell of a lot better than forever.
That is much better.
We'll crack it.
We will.
If we can, I know that Colonel Young will give us access to the chair.
He has to, a chance like this?
This is our ticket home.
The word's getting around. Everyone's really excited.
Yeah. It was good timing because I don't know about you,
but I was getting to the end of my rope here.
It's weird.
I've never even met your wife.
I only saw that picture you had in your office at Icarus.
Telford, you connected with him.
So, what...
This is a residual memory of his
that somehow transferred to my subconscious?
Doesn't mean it was an actual memory.
It could've been one of his dreams.
Just because I saw her doesn't mean the two of...
Thanks.
Dr. Boone told me about a planet Rush discovered in the database.
- Is it true? - Yeah, finally some good news.
I hope it pans out the way.
While you were gone, Colonel Young asked me to do psych evaluations
on the entire crew, assess people's state of mind,
any red flags that we might need to be aware of.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
So, I was just kind of wondering if you had some time to maybe...
Sit down and talk to me?
Right. No problem, but, you know,
I have some things to do today. Is tomorrow OK?
Yeah, OK.
Tomorrow's good.
Sorry.
- Watch where you're going. - Easy! I said sorry...
- Expect people to get out of your way! - What's your problem?
My problem is fat asses clogging up the hallway.
What did I do?
I don't know what your problem is, but get it together fast!
- He ran into me! - Shut up!
I don't care who ran into who!
You keep pulling this crap, I'll lock you up.
You got that?
Get out of here.
Take a walk.
A son!
That is...
wild.
Yeah, tell me about it.
What's his name?
Matthew.
I got an 8-year-old kid named after me. How weird is that?
Are you okay?
It's a lot to...
deal with.
Angry...
That she didn't tell me,
that I couldn't be there for him.
Look, one more year,
and then you can take him
to soccer games and little league.
What's the mother like?
She's got her issues.
You two were close?
Not really.
Yeah, I mean, for a short time, but things happened.
We lost touch.
Until now.
- What are you doing here? - Stay away from my wife,
you pathetic piece of scum!
Keep your finger out of my face.
You get back to me, pretend to be me, crawl into bed with my wife?
No, he didn't pretend to be you!
He never pretended to be you.
He told me who he was all along,
and I didn't sleep with him, by the way,
but thanks for not jumping to conclusions.
He's a friend. He's helping support me through this.
What, really? Is that right?
Not all men are like you,
and I know you're still sleeping with her.
He tell you this?
What happened? What just happened?
The connection must have been severed, Colonel.
- I don't know why... - Are you kidding me?
- Colonel Young... - Not now.
Eli was checking the planetary database.
The subspace link from the ships that are seeding the gates?
I came across something that didn't quite fit
with the coordinates established.
- Can't this wait? - No, sir, it can't.
Rush lied.
The Icarus planet that he discovered a year away?
Doesn't exist.
It's fake data.
He planted it himself.
You lied to these people.
- I gave them hope. - False hope, Rush!
Yeah, well, so was dialing Earth.
I knew it was pointless at the time, but you persisted.
Why?
To boost morale.
- You tell me the difference. - I'll tell you, one is a lie.
Who cares?
Who else knows?
Wray overheard, so we can assume everyone knows on the ship.
Well done, Colonel.
You've just ruined the chance to maximize productivity.
I wasn't the one who planted false information.
There may be an Icarus-type planet buried in the data.
There may very well be.
I've only begun to scratch the surface, but I'd be a lot further on
- if you would just let me use... - Again with the chair!
- It could be our salvation... - It could kill somebody!
A sacrifice that could save the lives of everyone else on this ship.
I'm not stopping you, Rush.
Go, sit, be my guest.
That's what I thought.
You hiding out, too?
TJ is doing her psych evals.
- I've been trying to avoid her. - Why?
You start opening up,
you end up saying personal stuff you probably shouldn't,
and you have to live with these people, see them every day,
have her give you weird looks as she passes you in the hall?
Gets awkward.
Chloe tells me you're a dad!
Congrats.
Got yourself a mini-Matt.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
I speak and say things I shouldn't,
and I talk before I think...
- It's okay. - No, no!
Look at you, you're...
you're bummed.
You found out that you have a son,
but now he's probably not ever going to get the chance to actually meet you,
and that sucks.
You don't want to talk about that.
I'm going to go now.
I've completed 14 psych evals.
I have eight more scheduled, the rest of the ship's avoiding me.
What's wrong?
Bad day.
A lot of those lately?
Something else is bothering you.
What happened?
This my psych eval?
It can be.
Come on, talk to me.
Bad day.
Dr. Volker?
Yes.
Welcome to Earth. I'm Major Peterson.
A car is waiting for you, anywhere you want to go.