"Once you walk through that door there's no turning back." "Oh, I understand, Brian." "I'm not having any doubts." "Alec, it is not just your credibility at stake here." "You're right there." "It's the leaders of the democratic free world who should be worried." "Think about the people who work for this company;" "the shareholders." "I am, Brian." "They have a right to know the truth, as does everybody else." "Trust me... we're doing the right thing." "Thank you all for coming." "As you all know, about five months ago our planet suffered a horrible tragedy." "Over two thousand American servicemen and women were killed when a meteor shower disrupted global communications and hit a United States naval carrier group on manoeuvres in the Pacific Ocean." "I'm here today to challenge the facts of that incident as they've been conveyed to the general public." "On the day in question, none of our satellites detected a meteor shower." "Hey, what's going on?" "Now I don't know how many governments around the world are in on this, but I do know we are being lied to and the truth is being covered up." "Ladies and gentlemen, there is life beyond our world." "There are aliens out there, and they have a technology far beyond ours, and they have been intervening in our existence for quite some time." "I have proof... and I am giving the governments of all the nations that are aware of this twenty-four hours to reveal the truth... or I'm gonna do it for them." "Thank you." "Well... there we go." "Season 8" " Episode 08 Covenant" "Transcript:" "Callie Sullivan" "Team SG-66" "Synchro:" "frost666, greatouille, La?" "km6" "For those of you living on another planet for the past twenty years," "Alec Colson, age forty-two, net worth over sixty billion dollars, runs a global empire of companies, including communications, biotechnology, aerospace and aviation." "He's number eight on the Fortune Five Hundred." "He personally holds over two hundred proprietary patents..." "Shut it off!" "We know who he is... some of us better than others." "We worked together briefly, sir." "Colson Aviation developed the multi-engine control systems for the F-302s." "Colson didn't know what they were for, of course, but he is a brilliant engineer." "He's also a little nuts, isn't he?" "You've test-flown experimental aircraft." "We all go through the Gate." "This isn't about us." "Well, in a way, it is." "The point is, sir, he's not some loony cult leader." "People are taking him seriously." "So, what do we think he knows?" "He owns several Earth observer and weather satellites." "It's possible they picked something up... pictures of Anubis' fleet in orbit, or the battle over Antarctica." "What I don't understand is how it could have come this far." "He's gotten the National Security speech from the Pentagon several times." "Apparently the President has called him personally." "Why not merely tell him the truth?" "His personality was profiled and he was deemed a "security risk"." "For obvious reasons." "Apparently his father was a newspaper reporter who was jailed during the McCarthy era." "He believes pretty strongly in the freedom of speech and the rights for people to know what their government is doing at all times." "Leaking classified information could be considered treason." "Alright... see if he can be convinced not to go public." "Without actually telling him anything?" "Right!" "We've got all the major networks, over a dozen live radio broadcasts, and reporters from newspapers... both legit and tabloids..." "all waiting for the next shoe to drop." "Brian, calm down." "Our stock price is trading down twenty-five percent." "We over-extended ourselves competing for that last round of contracts." "That stock price is the only thing covering our debt and you are alienating our biggest client." "We're gonna have to start selling off assets..." "What does that matter, Brian, given what we know?" "I don't know..." "I guess I'm just trying to hold onto some shred of reality." "Well, you... along with everyone else... are going to have to start dealing with a whole new reality from now on." "What if the world can't handle it?" "What if Washington's right and we should just keep this thing in the bag?" "Trust me." "The truth is always right." "We've already caused mass hysteria." "You have no idea how much chaos this could cause." "Alec... they're here." "Oh, show them in, would you?" "It'll be OK." "Lieutenant Colonel." "Alec." "Radiant as ever." "Daniel Jackson." "Oh, Doc, I'm a big fan." "Really?" "Yes..." "I've been following you since your early career." "Pyramids as landing pads for alien ships?" "Fascinating." "Er, yeah, that was a long time ago." "Yeah, what have you been up to since?" "It's like you just dropped off the map." "I've been around." "Oh, I beg your pardon... may I introduce Brian Vogler." "Thank you for seeing us today." "Well, shall we?" "Why don't we start with something I'm sure we can all agree on, hmm?" "That meteor shower was a cover story, and a surprisingly weak one at that... although under the circumstances I'm not so sure I'd have come up with a better one." "What makes you say that?" "Oh..." "I'm guessing that's one of ours?" "We lost contact with twelve communications and weather mapping satellites for over six hours on the day in question." "When we got them back on line, they were able to transmit images stored in the buffers." "Images like these can be faked." "Or made to seem fake." "I know why you're here, Sam." "The Pentagon wants me to know that people like you are gonna be trying to make me look like a fraud." ""People like me"." "Very smart people." "Oh, we have more than this." "Now, obviously I don't know everything but..." "I do have a right to, as does everyone else." "Anything we can say to stop you?" "Believe me, I've tried." "Carter." "Sam, it's Julia Donovan." "How did you get this number?" "I have my sources." "Our camera track just caught you and a nice-looking young man going into Colson Industries 'head office in Seattle an hour ago." "I just saw the feed." "And?" "Just wondering if you had an official comment." "Yeah..." "I think your coverage is a little one-sided." "Come on, Sam..." "Colson's gonna out the whole operation." "You don't really think Washington can contain this." "We'll see." "Look, I don't have to remind you about the non-disclosure agreement you signed, do I?" "It's the reporter from the Prometheus incident." "Colson doesn't seem to be worried about going to jail." "Yeah, well he hasn't done anything illegal yet." "We had an agreement." "You said that if something big was gonna break, you would call me first." "I will, OK?" "Bye-bye." "I've got thirteen messages from Emmet Bregman." "The switchboard's been jammed ever since the press conference." "Every crackpot in the world is calling." "Yeah, I've arranged security for all of you and your families." "Do you really think we need to be worried?" "I'd be more worried about the things we still don't know at this point." "I'm trying to convince him it's not too late." "It is too late, Brian!" "Too late for the world to know there was a large-scale alien attack against our planet which was barely thwarted;" "too late for the general public to realise they've been lied to by two different elected administrations about the very nature of our existence!" "So we're going public with everything?" "I was really hoping the Feds would come clean." "I can't believe Washington hasn't done more to try and stop us... some sort of legal injunction." "That would legitimise our claims." "No, no, they're obviously gonna try to play this as if we can't be taken seriously." "We're one of the largest corporations in the world." "And we're telling the truth." "Alec!" "It doesn't matter who we are, or how right we are." "They can stop us if they really want to." "Oh, come on, Brian, what are they gonna do, hmm?" "Have me killed?" "Alec Colson, age forty-two..." "Well, he's gotta have something more significant than pictures." "I've been going over government contracts assigned to Colson's companies over the last few years." "I haven't got through them all yet but there's quite a few loosely related to RD of alien technologies that we procured offworld." "We'll now head to Colson Industries." "Welcome, and thank you for coming." "Twenty-four hours to the minute." "Yesterday I told you of our belief in the existence of intelligent life beyond our planet." "I also told you that we believe several governments, including our own, have known about this and have been concealing the information for quite some time now." "Yesterday, I challenged those governments to come clean... reveal the truth." "We got only silence..." "Which gives me no choice but to present to you what evidence I have." "How do I know for sure that alien life really does exist?" "Ladies and gentlemen, seeing is believing." "Well I'd call that somethin'." "The world is in a frenzy after yesterday's startling revelation of what appeared to be a live alien by billionaire industrialist Alec Colson." "Thus far there's been no official statement from the White House, and sources inside Colson Industries promise that there is definitely more to come." "OK, thank you, Sergant." "Well, we just got a message back from Thor." "As far as he knows, there are no Asgard currently on Earth." "Loki was here for years conducting experiments without the High Council knowing about it." "OK... here's a possibility." "What if it wasn't really an Asgard?" " Looked like one." " Didn't sound like one." " Didn't say anything." " That's my point" "Colson wrapped things up pretty quickly without taking any questions." "It was a perfect likeness." "Imagery of little grey aliens has been commonplace on Earth for years." "For that matter, Colson could have a picture." "So not a real Asgard?" "No Asgard we know would allow himself to be used that way." "Did look a little vacant." "Still... as much as he wants the whole truth," "I don't think Colson would perpetrate a hoax to get it." "Then what was it?" "I don't know." "The networks all want interviews." "Too bad our friend can't talk." "Well, we know he's capable." "The MRI showed a larynx not too different from ours but he doesn't seem to have anything to say." "They also want full access for independent medical and scientific personnel to verify that it's really what we say it is." "How are we supposed to convince the world of alien intelligence when this guy doesn't seem to have any?" "We can't just trot this thing out on television with wild claims we aren't gonna be able to back up!" "Granted, it's an amazing genetic experiment but we don't even know that the thing is really alien." "What else could it be?" "All we know is that the DNA came from the Department of Defense." "Look, we're trying to build a circumstantial case here." "The more questions we can raise, the more the burden of proof is gonna shift to Washington." "Sooner or later, they're gonna have to respond to the public pressure." "Meanwhile, we stay quiet." "The media's going nuts over this whole thing, so let's just sit tight and see what happens." "Well, Sam was right..." "there's something different about Colson's Asgard." "It seems that a Colson biotech research company was given a copy of Asgard DNA for sequencing." "We were trying to help with their cloning problem." "Colson grew a clone?" "They weren't told it was alien DNA..." "It was meant to be a blind study, but they obviously took their research a little further than the contract specified." "Asgard DNA is programmed to grow a clone to maturity in just three months, but they're essentially an empty shell until an existing consciousness can be transferred into them." "It did not speak because it was not capable." "Exactly." "They probably spent what time they had with it teaching it how to walk." "Well... the Pentagon has lost all patience." "What are they gonna do?" "They want us to put a stop to it." "How?" "We're calling in a marker." "Yep..." "We're calling in a marker." "Greetings." "Excuse me." "It's gone." "What do you mean?" "Just disappeared right out of the lab." "The alien!" "Computers, everything." "How?" "What about security...?" "Nobody took it... it disappeared." "We were standing right there, there was a bright flash of light and it was all just... gone." "Alright, have Ron send out the decoy car... and get the plane ready for a trip to Washington." "Have it ready by the time I get to the hangar!" "You ready?" "Not really." "Well, just try not to think about the camera." "Focus on me." "It's not that." "I respect Alec Colson." "I don't like being asked to discredit a man who has every right to want the truth." "But you've been ordered to do this." "Yeah." "Well, if you wanna go against those orders, feel free." "I'll go with it." "In five, four, three, two..." "We're here with Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter of the United States Air Force." " Welcome." " Thank you." "Your background is astrophysics, and you're one of the military's leading scientific researchers." "We're all very eager to finally hear some reaction from Washington regarding the revelation made by Alec Colson." "Well, first of all, I can assure people that, if aliens really existed and were visiting the planet, we would know about it." "So, are you saying his claims have no merit?" "We all saw an alien on live television." "Yes, well, Hollywood's been helping us see things on TV for a long time now." "Are you saying that the alien wasn't real?" "It depends on what you mean by real." "Notice she hasn't actually lied once." "I can show you some advanced methods for creating realistic 3D images that we've been working on." "By all means." "We've been experimenting with technology that makes it possible for us to create anything you can imagine... virtually." "Wow... that looks just like the alien Alec Colson introduced to us." "Greetings, people of Earth." "That's amazing... he looks so real." "Though I look real, I have been created through the use of advanced holographic technology." "That's just incredible." "It's just a projection." "You'll probably be seeing technology like this in theme park rides in a few years." "Oh... she's good." "Not quite the exclusive I had in mind, but it'll still do huge numbers." "You're hilarious." "After everything you've been through, you still care about ratings." "How did you do it?" "I've seen visual effects before Sam, and this was some sort of... this was some sort of alien technology, wasn't it?" "What is it?" "Ten minutes ago, Alec Colson's private plane was forced into an emergency landing after almost crashing on take-off from Seatac." "The plane suffered sudden depressurisation and loss of engine power but was able to land without serious incident." "Excuse me, Sam, I've gotta get on the air with this." "I need something on Colson's wife and his daughter." "They died in a plane crash when he was twenty-four." "That's why he started Colson Aviation." "Let's go!" "Carter." "Sam?" "It's Alec Colson." "Are you OK?" "News travels fast." "It was close." "Brian's still as white as a sheet." "How did you get this number?" "Oh, I have my sources." "You know, the ground crew here found evidence the plane had been tampered with." "Someone tried to kill you?" "Seems that way." "Any ideas?" "You think I know?" "Why would I go on TV to publicly discredit you if I knew you were about to be assassinated?" "To make sure it didn't look like Washington had anything to do with it." "And a fine job you did too, by the way." "I'm sorry..." "I was following orders." "Yeah, I know." "Don't worry, Sam." "I don't believe for a second you were in on it." "If it was our government, I'm sure you were just a pawn." "That doesn't make me feel any better." "Look, Alec, I can assure you ..." "It's OK, it's OK." "It wasn't my first rough landing;" "I'm sure it won't be my last." "I won't be stopped, Sa"