"Look familiar?" "No." "Me either." "I do not believe I have been to this planet before." "There's no sign of any settlements – at least, nothing recent." "Other than the smoke from that campfire." "Ah." "Yes, well, other than that." "We'll land within a few hundred yards." "It's primitive – definitely primitive." "Probably not even worth making contact." "What is that *smell*?" "Hello!" "It appears they left in a hurry." "Not used to friendlies coming out of the Gate." "What are you ... oh my God, he's tasting it!" "You don't know what that is – that could be their laundry!" "Very good!" "Oh yes, good idea!" "And when you're finished with their porridge, why don't we try their beds, hmm?" "Want some?" "How good is it?" "Leave it be, Goldilocks." "Take cover!" "What the hell's in those slingshots?" "!" "You alright?" "I'm fine." "You know, this is not a good way to make good friends!" "But we'll leave if you want us to!" "I'll take that as a yes." "Let's go back to the Jumper." "Teyla, you're on point;" "I'll take the six;" "McKay, help Ronon." "Don't worry about me." "I'm a worrier – let the man give you a hand." "Fire!" "Alright, move!" "Move!" "Everyone in one piece?" "Yeah – thanks to that ship." "Be still." "Yeah, talk about timing." "No kidding!" "Did you *see* that thing?" "!" "Yeah, I saw it!" "Unidentified ship." "This is the security vessel Poros." "Follow us immediately – we will lead you to the city." "That's good, Poros." "Thanks for the help back there." "That's* how you make good friends!" "Welcome to Olesia." "I am Marin." "Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard." "Teyla Emmagan, Dr Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex." "Please, follow me." "I sent a security detachment as soon as we detected your presence on the island." "The prisoners there can be quite hostile." "Yeah, we definitely got off on the wrong foot." "Prisoners?" "Yes." "The island is a penal colony." "The prisoners usually don't cause much trouble, as long as you don't try to land there." "Well, you could put up a sign!" "The Stargate is on the island." "Does this not affect your ability to trade with other worlds?" "Yes, of course." "As a result, we have needed to be almost entirely self-sufficient." "Then why put a prison there?" "I believe the Magistrate is better suited to answer these questions." "He is very eager to meet you." "Your ship is a most intriguing design." "I must admit I'm surprised to find others in this galaxy whose technology rivals our own – aside from the Wraith, I mean." "It's funny – I was about to make the exact same comment." "Where *do* you come from?" "Until recently, uh, Atlantis." "The ancestral city." "Yeah." "Unfortunately it was destroyed by the Wraith a short time ago." "How tragic." "Yeah, we're pretty broken up about it." "We are part of a small group of people that were able to escape." "How fortunate for you." "Yes, yes, yes, yes, very fortunate." "Look – getting back to the technologies thing." "I'm just curious:" "how've you been able to make such advancements without the Wraith stepping in?" "The Wraith have chosen to leave us alone." "Why?" "I don't know." "They've never come here?" "The Wraith have been here many times, but with the Ancestral Ring on the island, the Wraith have always been ... how shall I put this?" "... satiated with the prisoners living there." "The Wraith have no need to venture any further." "Well, that would explain why you put the prison there." "The island has been a penal colony for hundreds of years." "Its location there has benefited my people greatly." "Not *all* your people." "I assure you only the most violent criminals are sent there – as you discovered." "It's a good crime deterrent." "Crime is virtually non-existent on Olesia." "Unlike the prisoners, we pride ourselves on being a most hospitable and civilised people." "This section of the city is devoted to scientific research." "Our scientists have recently attained success in the enrichment of a fissionable, yet non-radioactive, material to be used in generating power to the city." "Fissionable yet non-radioactive?" "Well, that-that-that-that, is that even possible?" "What kind of material is it?" "It's an ore extracted from a mineral found on our planet – it's quite volatile, but it yields great promise." "I'd be very happy to show you the laboratory." "I'd be very happy to see it." "I'd be very happy to go back to our ship." "Our people are due to check in with us, over the radio." "We'll have to go back within range." "You can link with one of our radio relay stations." "There should be enough power to reach the island, if that's your concern." "So we'll be speaking privately?" "Of course!" "And you believe they might be willing to share some of these minerals?" "Well, they seem open to it." "They don't get many trading opportunities coming through the Gate." "Sounds promising." "There *is*, however, the minor moral hiccup of their form of capital punishment." "I'm sorry?" "They have an island." "It's their own version of Alcatraz where they send their worst criminals." "And the Gate is on the island, so   so the Wraith feed on the prisoners." "Yep." "Talk about cruel and unusual punishment." "I prefer lethal injection, although I do have a fondness for the electric chair." "Call me romantic." "The Wraith get what they want, the Olesians get left alone." "Surprised it works." "He *did*, however, say that only the most violent criminals get sent there, and that it has been this way for hundreds of years." "Do you kill all *your* violent criminals on Earth?" "Certain countries, yes." "Do we need to get into this right now?" "Well, we do if we plan on doing business with these people." "I wanna know more before I jump to any conclusions." "We were able to speak with our people – thank you." "Of course!" "If you're open to it, we'd like to discuss possible trade opportunities." "We are *very* open." "I'm sure there's much that we can learn from each other." "Well, Dr Elizabeth Weir will be the one to begin official negotiations with – that's really her thing." "I am looking forward to meeting her, and the start of a promising friendship." "Seriously, am I the only one creeped out by that guy?" "They're politicians, Rodney – they're *all* creepy." "Prepare to fire!" "Margaret Thatcher wasn't creepy." "OK – well, maybe a little." "In fact, she was like an aunt of mine – same hairstyle, facial structure, only my aunt was much taller, and remarkably hirsute." "Oddest thing: she had to shave twice a day." "Fire!" "What was that?" "They're shooting at us." "The prisoners?" "With what?" "!" "Cloak the ship." "I can't – we took some damage." "We'll be lucky to make it to the Gate." "Well, how close are we?" "Close enough to dial." "That was close." "Get ready to send an IDC." "I've lost control systems." "Hang on." "Have at them!" "Are you alright?" "I think I chipped a tooth." "Did I chip a tooth?" "Am I bleeding?" "Because I am at high risk of enterocarditis." "John?" "That was, uh, not one of my better landings." "Sorry." "DEX:" "The Gate should still be active for a few minutes." "Alright, let's go." "Hi, folks." "I hope I didn't crash-land on anybody." "You should know our people are expecting us." "If we don't show up soon, they'll come looking for us." "Is that supposed to concern me?" "Don't go getting all full of yourself, chief." "A few cannons are no match for the kind of firepower they'll be bringing with them – although I should compliment whoever took that first shot." "It was a good one." "Yeah, it was nice, wasn't it?" "What do you want from us?" "Well, we've already got your weapons." "Now I do believe we'll take your ship." "You see, we have been planning a little trip to the mainland, but after seeing you fly that thing through the Ancestral Ring ..." "If you're referring to the ship you just shot down, the one that doesn't stand a hope in hell of ever flying again ..." "The ship that you're gonna fix, yes." "What am I, MacGuyver?" "Fix it with *what*?" "Get him up." "You seem like a smart man." "I'm sure you'll think of something." "Maybe all you need is a little motivation." "Maybe you should think about fixing it, Rodney." "Good idea." "My friends all tell me I have a remarkable gift for persuasion." "What happened?" "The Gate activated but nothing came through." "Colonel Sheppard?" "So we assume." "We received no IDC – a few moments later, the Gate shuts down." "They should have returned by now." "Dial the planet and try to establish a radio link." "Yes, ma'am." "Major Lorne, this is Weir." "Go ahead." "I may have to go offworld to assist Colonel Sheppard." "I'd like you to assemble a team and have a Puddlejumper ready to go." "Yes, ma'am." "Anyone having any luck?" "Not yet." "These bindings are very secure." "Well, leave it to convicts to know the best way to tie people up." "Well, eventually I will get free and when I do, he's gonna pay for this." "Now listen to me." "When you get free, you get *us* free and we all get out of here." "Let `em find out we're gone *after* we're gone." "You're expecting me to let them get away with this?" "The operative words are "get away"." "After I kill them." "That type of thinking will get *us* killed." "Well, if you had returned fire ..." "The weapons systems were damaged." "If you say so." "I *do* say so, and right now I'm saying knock it off." "Is that an order, Sheppard?" "I am beat up, tied up, and couldn't order a *pizza* right now if I wanted to." "But if you need it to be, yeah – it's an order." "OK." "There is no power getting to any of these controls, you understand?" "Look, nothing." "Why not?" "Let me go out on a limb here and say that maybe it had something to do with the crash?" "Which of course begs the question: how the hell'd you get your hands on explosives?" "Eldon made them." "He fashioned a composite out of minerals and materials he found around the island." "Crude, yes, but effective." "We shot you down, didn't we?" "Eldon." "Who's Eldon?" "That would be me." "You're a prisoner?" "I was accused of killing someone ..." "He's a scientist." "... but it was a case of mistaken identity." "Tell you what, Eldon, you can tell him your whole life story." "Just help him fix the ship." "Look, I don't know what you expect me to do." "I don't have any of the proper diagnostic tools, not to mention the fact that ..." "You'll figure it out." "And if I don't?" "Well, I could kill you." "But you strike me as the type of man who, despite being weak and cowardly on the outside,Ž harbours a strength of character he doesn't even know he has." "I'm sorry – was there a compliment in there?" "See, the way to motivate a man like you, Mr McKay, is not to threaten your life; it's to threaten the lives of your friends." "That's right." "Fix the ship, otherwise they start dying, one after another, `til you change your mind, or until they're all dead." "I don't care." "All set?" "Ready to go." "Don't worry, we'll find them." "I was hoping to negotiate a trade agreement – now I'm worried I'm gonna have to negotiate their release." "We don't know that." "Dial the Gate – but go to stealth mode the moment we're through." "The technology on this ship is far more advanced than the Olesians'." "How ironic, then, to have been shot down by the cast of Braveheart." "Well, I'm surprised we were *able* to shoot you down." "It's the old low-tech versus high-tech argument, I suppose." "We've been working on those weapons for years." "Yes, well, well done, good for them, huh?" "Now, are you gonna continue talking, or, uh ..." "Thank you." "Oh, give me that!" "See, where did that come from?" "Those cannons." "Your design?" "No, no, no ... well, I chose the material and helped calculate trajectories ... the ignition mechanisms ..." "and the fuses, of course ... but most of my efforts went into fashioning the explosive shots." "Ah, explosives." "Is that how you killed a man?" "No, I didn't kill him." "I'm innocent." "I don't belong here." "Hmm, really?" "I wonder if there's ever been a convicted felon who *didn't* claim he was innocent?" "I don't care if you don't believe me." "I just want off this island." "Oh no." "What is it?" "I assume there's no DHD beside the Stargate?" "Uh, the Ancestral Ring." "Is there some kind of a dialling device that turns it on?" "No." "Nothing" "Well, of course." "Why give the prisoners such an obvious means of escape?" "What's wrong?" "The main power distribution conduit's been damaged." "It effectively cuts all power to the primary systems:" "drive pods, cockpit controls, DHD, hmm?" "Can you fix it?" "Easily – if I had a replacement." "Without one, you and your friends aren't going anywhere." "Neither are you." "If you don't fix the ship, Torrell's gonna make sure you're the first the Wraith find at the next culling." "Choose." "Choose what?" "Which one of them dies first." "Do it." "I can't do that." "Well then I'll choose for you." "Either way, one of them dies unless you change your mind about fixing that ship" "I'm sorry, but there are some things beyond my capability." "I don't believe you." "I know it is hard to believe, but ..." "No, I mean I think you're lying." "I'm not!" "It's broken!" "D'you understand broken?" "I know your type." "You whine and you complain and you see to it that your every task is due to some impossible achievement so that when you do succeed, your gargantuan efforts are viewed as all the more heroic." "That may be true in some cases, but this is not one of them." "You are asking me to do the impossible." "Your friends' lives are in your hands." "I'll give you some time to choose." "Listen to him, McKay." "He's killed eleven people." "Eight before he was sent here, and three since he's been on the island." "Eleven, huh?" "You've got some catching up to do, haven't you?" "He's only killed one." "Who, him?" "I told you I'm here because of a mistake." "I'm sure everyone here on this island says that." "Well, as a matter of fact, some of us *are* innocent." "Only a few like Torrell are actual murderers." "You mean they put all their criminals here, regardless of the crimes they commit?" "Once only the worst of the worst was sent here, but the punishment proved to be such a successful deterrent that crime rates in Olesia plummeted, which meant fewer and fewer prisoners." "Less food for the Wraith." "Exactly." "So they lowered the bar." "They have not returned to the planet?" "No, and we haven't been able to establish radio contact with them either." "They didn't return to the city." "Perhaps they travelled through the Ring to another planet." "No." "They would have radioed first" "Something must have happened on the island." "I'll alert our security teams – have them begin a search." "We'll join them." "I would advise against that." "Would you?" "The island is extremely dangerous." "Our ships are heavily armoured." "We know the terrain, as well as the prisoners' tactics." "Don't worry – we'll find them." "I hope you do, Magistrate – for all our sakes." "Of course." "I think they're loosening!" "Take it easy, Chewie – you're gonna cut your damned hands off." "The more we struggle, the tighter the bindings get." "You need something like this." "What about the guards?" "They stepped away." "No-one's watching." "Will you help us?" "If you'll help me." "How?" "Fix the ship, let me leave with you." "Oh for God's sake!" "How many times do I have to tell you ..." "I know you can do it." "I could see it in your eyes when you were working that you were holding something back from us." "Rodney?" "*Nobody* could fix it." "I don't care who you think I am, or what you think you saw in my eyes, but it is totally, completely impossible." "Torrell and his men are gonna return soon." "He'll fix it." "I just said I couldn't!" "You really suck at lying, Rodney." "We have a deal." "There is one *slight* possibility." "See?" "!" "I won't actually be able to fix the ship to fly out of here but I may be able to cobble together enough power from secondary systems to activate the DHD." "That way we can dial the Gate and leave on foot." "And when I say "might", I mean probably not." "It's a long shot at best – I'd have to bypass the main power distribution ..." "Get us outta here." "What are you doing?" "Give me one reason why I shouldn't cut your throat." "Well, one, it would make a mess." "Look, we made a deal." "Just let him go." "Why are we stopping?" "This is way too easy." "Alright, stay close and stay quiet." "What?" "!" "Why did say that to me?" "!" "I didn't know anything about this, I swear." "We will never be able to make it to the Jumper – they have our weapons." "We don't need weapons." "What about the fact they seriously outnumber us?" "At least we've got the element of surprise." "I was beginning to think you were afraid to fight." "I'm just naturally lazy, but I will if I have to – and it's starting to look like we have to." "How much time do you need to rework the DHD?" "Well, in a perfect world, two days." "Rodney?" "Right now – ten minutes, give or take." "Alright, we need to create a diversion." "We split up and flank `em." "Get `em looking everywhere except the Jumper." "Hopefully we can buy enough time to steal back our weapons." "Or we can just dial the Gate." "You think they have a DHD?" "That's impossible." "I don't think they're the ones who dialled it." "Down!" "They didn't see us." "Or saw us and didn't care." "Why not?" "Who cares?" "They left the Jumper." "I'm afraid the news is not good." "Our rescue teams had just begun their search on the island when the Ancestral Ring activated." "The Wraith?" "It appears a culling is under way." "We're not sure how many ships are involved but our teams were forced to fall back." "We're not giving up hope." "I'll send teams back in the moment the Wraith are gone." "Hopefully, your friends will have evaded the culling." "I must attend to this." "I apologise for my tardiness." "I had an urgent matter to attend to – a matter which could ultimately benefit us both." "In that case, apology accepted." "Exceptional as always." "I think this is my favourite vintage yet." "I hope you find the food acceptable as well." "My new chef is quite accomplished" "I certainly hope so." "Your previous chef unfortunately proved to be far more appetising than the meals he prepared." "I must admit, I still find it intriguing to watch you eat actual food." "Our lineage may have diverged, but there are those of us who still retain an appreciation for finer things." "And although it may provide a moment's pleasure, it does not sustain me." "This arrangement I have made with you and your predecessors has served both of us well." "While others of my kind have been forced to sleep between cullings, I have enjoyed a steady stream of humans for my consumption – and the taste of their defiance is sweet." "You, in return, have been allowed to live in peace." "We thank you for that." "But, throughout the galaxy, hives continue to wake, in far greater numbers than are sustainable, and with a hunger that is most pressing." "I assure you that I have put measures in place to augment the population of the island." "Then why is it there are even fewer inhabits on the island?" "My kind would have destroyed your entire planet." "But I am more civilised than that." "I thank you for your generosity." "Still – there are interests which must be served." "There are many Wraith who hunger – and I have promised to provide for them." "The decision you are now faced with is: on whom shall we feed?" "Your needs shall be met." "You have my promise." "Good." "I would *hate* to see anything happen to you." "I do so enjoy our dinners together." "The Dart went back through the Gate." "I do not know why they did not cull anyone." "Maybe they did." "It headed to the mainland when it first came through." "Alright, keep watch." "How's it coming, Rodney?" "Slower than I expected, but faster than humanly possible." "Any chance of getting the cloaking generator powered up too?" "Could really come in handy right about now." "OK, and how about a snack?" "Maybe you'd like me to make you a nice sandwich?" "Only if it's humanly possible." "It will be a miracle if I get the DHD back online, let alone the cloaking generator." "Even if I can manage that, the power will be intermittent at best." "OK, well, FYI, the Wraith have all gone, so it's just a matter of time before Torrell and his boys return, *with* all of our weapons." "I get it!" "Good!" "Marin?" "What's happened?" "No-one must know I'm speaking to you." "Of course." "You should leave, as soon as possible." "Why?" "The Magistrate has just rescinded my orders to send rescue teams back to the island." "What?" "Why would he do that?" "Several arrests have been made." "Many people in the city have been apprehended for unspecified violations to be sent to the island to increase the population there." "To keep the Wraith fed." "It's been going on for some time, but never so bad as this." "The number of arrests has ..." "I cannot keep quiet any longer." "I *have* to speak out." "Lies!" "Seeding fear not only among your own people but now our guests." "I cannot allow it." "I was only trying to understand why so many people are being arrested." "Your job is not to question the actions of this government." "No!" "Wait!" "Help me!" "Please!" "Where are they taking her?" "I'm sorry you had to witness that." "What crime has she committed?" "I've recently learned that Marin has been involved in a group seeking to undermine the Olesian government." "She's become very adept at spinning lies to suit her organisation's treasonable agenda." "Did you or did you not rescind the order to send rescue teams back to the island?" "Why would I do that?" "That doesn't concern me." "My first concern's with the safety of my people – and I promise you ..." "Everything is being done to ensure their rescue and safe return." "If there's been any hindrance at all, it was because of Marin." "What's gonna happen to her now?" "She'll receive a fair trial in our courts." "And then what?" "Sent to the island?" "I'm sure where you come from, treason is also considered a very serious offence." "So that's a yes" "Tell me: what else is considered a serious offence around here?" "Anything that threatens the welfare of the Olesian people." "Are you sure it's the welfare of the people that concerns you?" "Or just your own?" "Choose your words very carefully, Dr Weir." "Oh, I do." "Why, is that a threat?" "It's advice – from one ally to another." "Well, this alliance – it's just been rescinded." "We're leaving." "What – you plan to arrest us too?" "Because you do *not* wanna do that." "Party's over." "And we were having such a good time!" "Alright, let's see if we can hold them off." "Soon as you get the DHD back online, dial the Gate and make a run for it." "When you get back to Atlantis, start working on those sandwiches." "We'll be right behind you." "Two minutes!" "Hold `em that long, we're good to go." "Don't move!" "That's it!" "I did it!" "We're ready to go!" "See that?" "I knew you could do it." "Oh no-no-no-no-no." "You don't have to do that." "Look, you want me to dial the Gate for you?" "That's fine." "There are hundreds of suitable planets out there you can go to." "And I say there are hundreds of unsuitable planets you can send me to, aren't there?" "Yeah, but I won't – I won't send you to one of them." "I think our best option is to just come with you to your planet – provided you've got more of these laying around there, do ya?" "Forget it." "I'm sorry?" "We'll dial you another address, you can go through, but we're not taking you home." "You are aware of the fact that we have a lot of weapons pointed at you, right?" "Yeah." "Well, you're gonna murder us the minute we step through the Gate anyway, so what difference does it make?" "You're very distrustful." "Wait, look!" "No." "We've got a Wraith cruiser heading for the island and I'm picking up several more on approach outside the atmosphere." "Go to stealth mode." "Let's find our guys before they do." "What is that?" "What *is* that?" "It's a Wraith cruiser and, trust me, you don't wanna be around when it gets here." "Wait, wait." "Dial the Gate." "Stop!" "If all the prisoners get off the island, where do you think that ship'll go?" "What?" "!" "Oh, no-no-no-no-no." "No, no ..." "We've got a big problem in here!" "What's wrong?" "We lost power to the DHD." "Why?" "!" "I told you the power would be intermittent at best." "We should have dialled immediately instead of standing round and talking." "Can you fix it?" "I don't know!" "They're right on top of us." "We could shoot them down." "Neither your weapons nor ours will damage it." "What about the drones – can you patch enough power to arm them?" "They're not as complicated as the DHD ... uh, maybe, maybe, maybe one, given the time constraints." "Then do it." "Can one drone shoot down an entire Wraith cruiser?" "Well, maybe we'll get a lucky shot." "McKay?" "Almost." "Just give me one more ... and ..." "OK, we're armed, go, before the power cuts out again!" "Did you see that?" "A drone." "We scored a hit!" "Great." "That's either gonna buy us time or piss them off." "I don't know what we're gonna do now." "Colonel Sheppard." "You've damaged the Wraith cruiser and it's leaving the area ..." "That's Elizabeth." "... but there are two more cruisers incoming." "Here." "Elizabeth, where are you?" "We're in Jumper Two." "We're cloaked, directly above you." "Are you alright?" "Our Jumper's disabled." "Right now I need you to dial the Gate to one of the back-up planets for the Alpha Site." "Doesn't matter which one." "Understood." "Do it." "OK, everyone who wanted off this planet – now's your chance." "Time to go." "Why should we trust you, huh?" "You wanna stay, stay." "I really don't give a damn, but you are *not* coming home with us." "But ..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, *you* can come." "Elizabeth – I need you to keep the Gate open until the last of them go through, then shut it down and dial Atlantis." "We can land and pick you up." "Negative – just keep the Gate open." "We'll take it from there." "Stay in stealth mode until the Wraith have gone away." "Acknowledged." "Here comes another cruiser." "Dial Atlantis." "We're dialling – head for the Gate." "They're through." "Subs:" "Innuit"