Transcript by Callie Sullivan.

ATLANTIS. Teyla Emmagan and a young female scientist, Doctor
Houston, are strolling through the city. They are wearing sweatpants
and tops and both have a small backpack.
TEYLA: I could *never* just say that to him!
HOUSTON: Why not? You like him, don't you?
TEYLA: That is not the point.
HOUSTON: I think that's *exactly* the point, actually.
TEYLA: The ways of my people are different. I would *never* ...
HOUSTON (interrupting): He's not gonna make the first move.
TEYLA: We shall see.
HOUSTON: Look – you know him better than I do.
TEYLA: I would hope so!
HOUSTON: But I wouldn't be surprised if he was oblivious to the whole
TEYLA: It bears no further discussion.
HOUSTON: Alright! I'm just saying, if you want me to have somebody
drop some hints ...
TEYLA (interrupting): Do you remember the last time so many people
had the day off?
HOUSTON: Yeah, it's all Heightmeyer's doing. She insisted that the
brass order some sort of mandatory rest day. I guess downtime here
doesn't really happen organically. Hey, and don't think I haven't
realised you've changed the subject.
TEYLA: My people have a day of rest every four nights.
HOUSTON: Ooh, now *that* is civilised!
HOUSTON: Hey, wanna grab a late lunch?
TEYLA: I would like that. (She stops and hesitates.) I forgot my
bantos while I was at the gym.
TEYLA: Can I meet you there?
(She grins as Teyla turns and heads back in the direction they just
came from. Teyla walks away smiling. A couple of seconds later, a
massive explosion goes off just behind her. The blast wave throws
her forward as a fireball envelops the corridor. People scream.
Alarms start to go off. Teyla, dazed by her fall, raises her head
groggily. As secondary explosions go off, a man enveloped in fire
runs towards her screaming. As he stumbles around the corridor
burning, Teyla tries to get up to help him but gasps in pain and
looks down her body. A large sharp chunk of metal has hit her and is
buried deep in her side. She lays back down in shock, then passes

ELIZABETH'S OFFICE. Doctor Elizabeth Weir is sitting at her desk
working on her laptop. A good looking casually-dressed young man
with dark hair and a beard comes to the door.
BRANTON (walking into the office): What are you, uh, what are you
doing here?
WEIR: I work here. (She smiles at him.)
BRANTON: But it's our day off.
WEIR: Well, shouldn't *you* be enjoying your leisure time, then?
BRANTON: I got a little behind on my research this week. (He jerks
his head towards the Control Room to indicate where he has just
been.) Just wanted to drop off some results for the next Earth
WEIR: Great. Good. (Smiling, she starts to type again.)
BRANTON: I was thinking about grabbing some food. Care to join?
WEIR: I can't. I've ... (She gestures at her laptop.)
BRANTON: You're not capable of having lunch?
(Elizabeth laughs.)
WEIR: Yes, I'm capable.
BRANTON: Are you planning on eating today?
WEIR: Of course.
BRANTON: Great. Eat with me. (He smiles down at her.)
WEIR: Look, it's nothing personal, but I make it a point to not have
relationships with people who work for me.
BRANTON: I don't work for you.
WEIR: I'm your boss.
BRANTON: Well, you're my boss' boss, actually.
WEIR: Still, however indirectly ...
BRANTON: Yeah, but with that thinking, everyone on this entire planet
works for you. You're not gonna be friends with any of them?
WEIR: Friends is one thing. (Nervously, she starts typing again.)
BRANTON: Oh, you think ... Oh, wait a second, I see what's happening
here. You think I'm asking you out on a date. No-no-no-no, this
isn't a date. This is ... (he sits down opposite her) ... this is
lunch. This is the mandatory refuelling of our bodies. This is
putting food in your mouth and chewing it and having something more
engaging than a wall sitting across from you. That's all it is.
(Elizabeth can't help but smile.)
BRANTON: I mean, come on, you've gotta admit, I am much more
appealing than a wall, no?
(Elizabeth looks at him.)
BRANTON: Well, you don't *have* to admit it, but it'd be a massive
blow to my ego if you thought otherwise.
WEIR: You are more appealing than a wall.
BRANTON: Great. Now what say we go grab some grub? (He stands up.)
WEIR: Oh, I still have an hour of work to do, and then ...
BRANTON: An hour, then. I'll see you in the Mess Hall.
(He turns and leaves the office. Elizabeth looks confused.)

TEYLA'S QUARTERS. Teyla's doorbell beeps. She goes to the door,
passes her hand over the wall panel and the door opens. Elizabeth is
standing on the other side.
TEYLA: Elizabeth! You're early. Just give me a moment. (She turns
to go back into the room.)
WEIR (coming in): Um, how set on lunch were you today?
WEIR: Well, something's come up.
TEYLA: Elizabeth, surely whatever work it is you feel you *must* get
done can wait.
WEIR: I was invited to lunch by Mike Branton.
(Teyla grins.)
TEYLA: Oh, really?
WEIR: You and I, we had plans.
TEYLA: My friend, Doctor Houston, just radioed me. She wants me to
teach her some bantos fighting this afternoon. So do not worry – I
will have something to occupy my time.
(Elizabeth smiles a little nervously.)
WEIR: OK. (She starts to walk towards the door, then turns back
again.) Are you sure?
TEYLA (firmly): Yes!
(She smiles encouragingly at Elizabeth, who smiles back, still
looking a little nervous.)
(She passes her hand over the wall panel. As the door opens she
smiles nervously back at Teyla. Teyla waves to her, then giggles.)

LATER. Elizabeth has changed into casual clothes – slacks and a pale
green top which is lower cut than her usual tops – and is walking
along the corridor. Doctor Carson Beckett, also dressed casually,
comes along the corridor from another direction.
BECKETT (to someone passing by): Hullo.
(He spots Elizabeth and stops her.)
BECKETT: Oh! Don't *you* look lovely!
WEIR: Thank you, Carson.
(She looks a little embarrassed as she starts to walk again. Carson
walks with her.)
BECKETT: That's the first time I've seen you out of your base uniform
in quite some time now.
WEIR (awkwardly): No, I don't know about that.
BECKETT: Off somewhere special?
WEIR: No, just getting some lunch.
BECKETT: Ah. Rodney and I are going fishing on the mainland this
WEIR: I know – I cleared the use for the Jumper.
BECKETT: Care to join us? Who knows what kind of wonderful fish
we'll find.
WEIR: That's very kind, but some other time, maybe.
(Carson takes her arm and stops her.)
BECKETT: Oh! What, do you have a hot date?!
WEIR: What?! Who told you that?
BECKETT: No-one. I was joking. I was right! Who is it?
(Elizabeth hesitates. Carson smiles.)
BECKETT: None of my business. (He gestures for her to continue on.)
Have a lovely afternoon, Elizabeth.
WEIR: Thank you!
(She starts to hurry away.)
BECKETT (to her departing back): You smell good, too.
WEIR: Shut up!
(Carson chuckles.)

MESS HALL. Elizabeth and Mike are sitting opposite each other at a
table eating a sandwich lunch.
BRANTON: And you believe that?
WEIR: Yes.
BRANTON: Truly and in your heart you believe that?
WEIR: I do.
(Mike shakes his head in disbelief.)
WEIR: What?
BRANTON: I just don't know that I can ever respect you again.
WEIR: Come on.
BRANTON: You think "When Harry Met Sally" is better than "Annie
Hall"? You're a crazy person.
WEIR: It is.
BRANTON: "When Harry Met Sally" is essentially a re-make, a cheap
imitation, a bad cover song version of "Annie Hall". You realise
that, right?
WEIR: I disagree.
BRANTON: I know you do, but that's what makes you crazy.
WEIR: Well, I guess this'll never work out, then.
WEIR (covering quickly): Lunch.
BRANTON: Ah. Does that mean you don't believe that men and women can
be friends?
WEIR: I never said that.
BRANTON: Hmm. You didn't have to *say* it. Any lady that
likes "When Harry Met Sally" that much thinks men and women can't be
WEIR: Fine. Maybe I do.
BRANTON: So where's that leave me?
WEIR: I guess that leaves *you* at lunch!
(Mike smiles, then gestures to her.)
BRANTON: Come on. (He stands up.)
WEIR: Where?
BRANTON: If lunch is all I get, I'm gonna get as much bang for my
buck as possible.
(He grins at her and jerks his head for her to come with him.)

LATER. Mike has brought Elizabeth to a small area open to the
ocean. They're sitting on a bench gazing out at the sea – although
Mike is looking more at her than at the water.
WEIR: It really is beautiful here, isn't it?
(Elizabeth has brought a bottle of water with her and now opens it
and drinks. Mike watches her as she finishes the last of the water.)
BRANTON: All done?
WEIR: All done.
BRANTON: I guess lunch is over.
WEIR: I guess it is. (She puts the lid back on the bottle and puts
it down.)
BRANTON: Should have brought dessert – would've lasted longer.
(Elizabeth looks at him for a moment, then turns away.)
WEIR: I should really get back anyway.
BRANTON: What are you doing tomorrow?
WEIR (turning to look at him): Mike ...
BRANTON: Look, I like you, and I'm extremely charming. (They both
laugh.) I'd like to see you spin those into negatives.
WEIR: I just don't think ...
BRANTON (interrupting): It's probably best you don't think.
WEIR: Would you *stop* interrupting me? You have a tendency to do
BRANTON: I do not!
WEIR: Yes, you do. I *hate* it when people interrupt me.
BRANTON: Well, if I hadn't interrupted you, we would never have had
lunch. Life needs a little interrupting every now and again.
WEIR: Alright, I don't completely disagree.
(Mike leans towards her and kisses her softly. Elizabeth responds,
then pulls back a little.)
BRANTON: Was that way out of line?
(Elizabeth gazes at him for a moment, then stands up and looks down
at him sadly.)
WEIR: I can't do this.
BRANTON: Just because we work together?
WEIR: This would split my focus.
BRANTON: Give it a chance – see if it ...
WEIR: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this in the first place. I
thought maybe I ...
(The Canadian technician's voice comes over the comms.)
TECHNICIAN: Doctor Weir. Please report to the Control Room
(Elizabeth shrugs at Mike. He nods, and she leaves.)

CONTROL ROOM. Elizabeth comes in.
WEIR: What's going on?
TECHNICIAN: There's been an explosion at the base of the tower near
the gym. Early reports have at least three dead and there's about a
dozen or so that are severely injured.
WEIR: An explosion? Was there some sort of equipment malfunction?
TECHNICIAN: We're still going over the data logs. We're pretty sure
it wasn't a malfunction.
WEIR: So it could have been a bomb.
(The technician nods.)

Teyla is walking along a corridor when Lieutenant Colonel John
Sheppard and Ronon Dex meet her. John is holding a golf club.
SHEPPARD: Oh, hey, there y'are. Been lookin' all over for you.
(Behind him, Ronon waves to her in a sort of "Look out, here comes
trouble" kind of way.)
SHEPPARD: What, did you forget?
TEYLA: Uh, no.
SHEPPARD: You forgot!
(Ronon smiles at her ruefully. Teyla, finally remembering, looks at
TEYLA: You were going to teach Ronon and myself how to play golf.
SHEPPARD: That's the plan.
TEYLA: I am afraid I have made other plans.
SHEPPARD: *What* other plans?
TEYLA: Having lunch with Elizabeth.
SHEPPARD: Well, you've still got time.
TEYLA: ... Yes, true. However, I am afraid I have been quite
delinquent in filing my mission reports. I had hoped to get caught
up before I met with Elizabeth.
(John smiles cynically at her, obviously not believing a word.)
TEYLA: If you would like, I could cancel ...
SHEPPARD: No, no, no, no. She could use a little time out of the
office. Some other time.
TEYLA: Some other time.
(She smiles at him, then turns to Ronon, whereupon her smile becomes
a little triumphant. Ronon smiles bitterly back at her, obviously
peeved that she has found a way to get out of this. Teyla pats his
arm sympathetically as she walks away.)
DEX (to John): You know, uh, John, I've got mission reports too.
SHEPPARD: Nice try. It's gonna be fun.
(He turns and leads Ronon away.)
DEX: Fun(!) Uh-huh.
(Resigned to his fate, he trudges after John.)

GOLF DRIVING RANGE. In the area where John has set up a driving
range on the edge of the city (last seen in "McKay and Mrs Miller"),
a golf ball soars out and splashes into the ocean. Two small pieces
of Astroturf have now been laid out on the floor of the range. John
is standing on one and Doctor James Watson is on the other. Both
have a bucket of balls nearby and their golf bags are behind them.
Ronon is leaning on John's bag, looking bored. John has just struck
his ball out into the ocean.
WATSON: Nice shot.
SHEPPARD: Thank you, Jim. It *was* pretty nice, though, huh?
(Jim tees up his shot and hits his ball out into the ocean.)
DEX: So that's the sport? You just hit a little ball as far as you
SHEPPARD: First, it's a game; and no, it's a little more complicated
than that.
(As Jim hands his golf club to Ronon, John belts another ball out
into the ocean.)
SHEPPARD: See, there are eighteen holes all made of varying lengths
and dimensions. The first goal is to hit the ball through a series
of water and sand hazards `til you land on the green. Then you putt
the ball into the hole.
(Ronon looks out at the ocean.)
DEX: So this is a water hazard.
SHEPPARD: Well, we don't have a course yet. All we have for now is a
driving range where you ...
DEX: ... just hit a little ball.
(John hesitates for a moment.)
SHEPPARD: Pretty much, yeah.
DEX: What's so hard about that?
(John hits another ball out into the ocean as Ronon takes a ball out
of his bucket and puts it onto his tee.)
SHEPPARD: Well, I make it look easy but I've been playing since I was
DEX: Uh-huh.
SHEPPARD: So, although it seems simple, developing a sweet swing like
mine takes years ...
(Ronon flexes his golf club and then, single-handed, casually swings
at the ball and hammers it out into the ocean. John gazes in shock
as the ball disappears into the distance. They wait for the splash
but the ball goes so far that they can't tell when it finally drops
into the sea. Behind them, Jim stares in amazement.)
(Ronon smiles smugly at John.)
DEX: Like that?
SHEPPARD (trying to sound casual): That was OK.
WATSON: OK?! You can't even see where it landed!
SHEPPARD: Well, it's not a distance game – it's an accuracy one.
DEX: Well, pick a spot. I'll hit it there.
SHEPPARD: First off, your grip – it's all wrong.
(Carson comes in.)
BECKETT: Oh, yes, of course. There y'are.
WATSON: Hey, Doc. I want to come see you. (He gestures to his
midriff.) I've been having this weird pain right ...
BECKETT: Hold on, sorry. Let me stop you right there. This is the
first day I've had off in over a month. (He puts his hand on Jim's
shoulder.) Doctor Cole is in the Infirmary and will be more than
glad to help you out.
WATSON: OK, fair enough.
(He pats his shoulder as Jim leaves. John does a practice swing with
his club.)
SHEPPARD: What's up, Carson?
BECKETT: Fishing.
DEX: What?
BECKETT: Rodney and I are heading to the mainland to catch a fish
that seems to be just like a trout. Care to join us? Sport of kings.
SHEPPARD: I thought horse racing was the sport of kings?
BECKETT: For the boring kings, maybe.
SHEPPARD: Carson, you're Scottish. This is your game – wouldn't you
rather be on the driving range?
BECKETT: Ach, it was never my thing. Come on – last chance.
(John and Ronon exchange a glance.)
SHEPPARD: I think we're gonna pass.
BECKETT: Alright – but don't be jealous when I return with a record-
breaking space trout.
(He holds his hands out in front of him to indicate the size of the
fish he's going to catch, then widens the gap between his hands
before clicking his fingers and looking triumphant.)
BECKETT: Thank you!
SHEPPARD (teeing up another shot): We'll try to contain ourselves.
BECKETT: Oh, aye!
(He grins and leaves. Ronon nonchalantly hammers another ball out
into the ocean single-handedly, then drops the club to the ground.)
DEX: Time for a real sport. Come on.
(He turns and leaves. John frowns and tries to hit his ball single-
handed. He does make contact but the ball splashes into the water
just a few yards away. Looking grumpy, he turns and follows Ronon.)

GYM. John is standing holding a stick similar to an Athosian
fighting stick except that it's a little shorter and has a hand guard
partway up it. He frowns as Ronon, holding a similar stick, brings
him a blue piece of rag.
SHEPPARD: Grab the other guy's flag, huh, that's it?
DEX: That's it.
(He tucks the end of his own `flag' into the back of his trousers as
John does likewise.)
SHEPPARD: No penalties and stuff?
DEX: What?
SHEPPARD: Well, if the other guy pulls your hair or tries to bite
you ...
DEX: Bite back.
DEX: You ready?
SHEPPARD (unenthusiastically): Ready as I'll ever be.
(Ronon attacks him. They exchange three or four blows with their
sticks, then Ronon spins around John and pushes him forward, grabbing
his flag as he goes.)
DEX: That's one for me.
(John sighs.)
SHEPPARD: Two out of three.
(He snatches his flag from Ronon and walks back into position,
tucking his flag back into his trousers.)
DEX: Round two – one-handed. (He puts his left hand behind his back.)
DEX: After every round, the level of difficulty's increased. It's to
simulate battle. After every encounter there's the possibility of
injury. Round two – one-handed.
SHEPPARD: Why don't you let me get better at round one before we move
onto the harder part?
(Ronon just looks at him.)
SHEPPARD (resigned): OK – round two.
(He puts his left hand behind his back. The two men square up to
each other for a moment, then start to fight. John holds his own for
a few seconds, then Ronon brings his knee up into John's midriff. As
John doubles up, Ronon reaches over the top of him and grabs his
flag. John stumbles forward, groaning. [And Shep fans get a massive
squee moment as they get a glimpse of his underpants peeking over the
top of his trousers – though their enthusiasm may be a little
curtailed by the fact that they're *pink*!!])
DEX: Oh. That's two for me.
SHEPPARD (still doubled up and winded): Three out of five.
DEX: You know, I could do this all day. Haven't even broken a sweat
SHEPPARD (straightening up and snatching his flag off Ronon in
irritation): Yeah, yeah, yeah.
DEX: Round three.
(Putting his left arm behind his back again, he lifts his right leg
and puts his foot against the side of his left knee.)
SHEPPARD: Oh, come on! Oh, you are making this stuff up! This is
not a traditional Satedan sport – this is an excuse to make me look
dumb and kick my ass.
DEX (shrugging): If you wanna quit ...
(John sighs, puts his left arm behind his back, then bends his left
leg behind him. They hop towards each other and exchange a few blows
with their sticks. Ronon aims a blow at John's head. John ducks
underneath it and Ronon hops in, spins around and rams his shoulder
into John's face as John is still trying to straighten up. The blow
sends John crashing backwards to the floor.)
DEX: Um, sorry.
(John lies on his back on the floor and glares up at him.)
SHEPPARD: This game sucks!
DEX: Well, you need to focus.
SHEPPARD: I don't know if that's gonna be possible yet.
(He looks up at Ronon a little cross-eyed.)
SHEPPARD: Here, help me up. I've got an idea.
(Ronon reaches down and hauls John to his feet. Once up, John whacks
Ronon's arm with his stick.)
DEX: Ow!
SHEPPARD: Hurts, doesn't it?

LATER. JOHN'S QUARTERS. Groaning partly with effort and partly with
pain, Ronon slams the end of an empty beer can into his forehead to
flatten the can. He looks at John with tears in his eyes.
DEX: That?
(John is sitting on his sofa with his feet up while Ronon is sitting
on the end of the bed. He has a half-drunk glass of beer beside him
and is holding a magazine. Music is playing quietly in the
SHEPPARD: Yeah, you've gotta hit it, ungh ... (he demonstrates with
his empty hand how it should be done) ... straight on, hard as you
(He puts the flattened can down. John reaches forward to a plate of
nibbles and takes one. Ronon also takes and eats one.)
SHEPPARD: You know, *this* is what I'm talkin' about. *This* is how
you spend a day off. Kick back, eat some junk food, listen to some
DEX: You like this music?
SHEPPARD: What, you don't?
(He picks up an ice pack and puts it on his cheek to soothe the spot
where Ronon clunked him earlier.)
DEX: It's fine.
SHEPPARD: I'm gonna stick to golf. Your game's a little too much
like my day job.
(He eats another snack while Ronon takes a drink from his beer.)
SHEPPARD: So how long have you been here now? A year?
DEX: Year and a half.
SHEPPARD: Year and a half? You ever hang out with anyone else
besides me and Teyla? I'm not saying we're sick of you or anything.
I dunno – are you datin' anyone?
DEX: You mean like a woman?
SHEPPARD: Or a man. (He shrugs.)
DEX: No. I'm not ready yet.
(John looks up from his magazine.)
SHEPPARD: Not ready yet? Did you leave somebody behind on Sateda?
(Ronon nods.)
DEX: Close enough.
(Ronon takes another drink from his beer, grimacing slightly at the
DEX: What about you?
SHEPPARD: What about me?
DEX: When are you getting married? (He grins.)
SHEPPARD (laughing ruefully): Already done that. Not very good at
it. Besides, there really isn't anyone here that ... you know.
DEX: I always thought you and Teyla would, uh ... you know.
DEX (grinning): Yeah. Why not?
(A distant explosion can be heard and the room shakes slightly. The
men jump to their feet and hurry out as alarms start to sound.)

EXPLOSION SITE. Carson is supervising the removal of injured
people. He goes over to two men carrying someone on a stretcher.
BECKETT: Right, lads, go, go. Move it.
MAN: Alright, let's get these two to the OR right away.
(John and Ronon hurry in.)
DEX: What happened here?
BECKETT: Some sort of explosion. At least three dead; maybe a dozen
or so severely injured.
MAN 2: Doc?
(Carson turns, and he and the other two hurry over to another
stretcher being brought out of the damaged area. Teyla is lying on
the stretcher, her midriff bandaged.)
SHEPPARD: She gonna be OK, Doc?
BECKETT: She's lost a great deal of blood. We're gonna need to get
her to the Infirmary stat.
SHEPPARD: Is she gonna be *alright*?
(Carson looks at him but doesn't answer.)
BECKETT: Let's go. Let's move!
(He and the stretcher bearers hurry away. John stares after them for
a moment, then turns to see Doctor Radek Zelenka nearby, removing a
breathing mask from his face. He is standing in front of the area
where the explosion happened. John and Ronon stare in shock at the
state of the wall which, being metal, is warped, twisted and ripped
SHEPPARD: What the hell happened here, Radek?
ZELENKA: There was an explosion.
SHEPPARD: I get that, but why?
ZELENKA: Well, I'm not sure yet. I wasn't allowed on the scene until
the emergency crews cleared the floor. What took you so long?
SHEPPARD: The transporters are down and there's a lot of stairs.
ZELENKA: McKay is in his lab. He thinks he might have a lead.
SHEPPARD: What kind of lead?
ZELENKA: He didn't say. The good news is, though, the structure is
intact, so there's no danger of the tower falling down. There *is*,
however, something very odd.
DEX: What?
ZELENKA: Well, the few eye witness reports that we have say that
Doctor Houston just ... blew up.
SHEPPARD: What the hell does *that* mean?
DEX: It's not even possible.
ZELENKA: Yeah, normally I would agree with you but from what we can
tell, she was standing right in the middle of the hall here and just
SHEPPARD: So, what, a suicide bomb?
ZELENKA: Well, see, no. That's what I thought too originally, but
I've scanned the area with my equipment and there isn't even the
slightest trace of explosive residue. We have no idea what we're
dealing with here.

NIGHT TIME. In the Infirmary, Carson is checking monitors. Doctor
Rodney McKay, wearing a bathrobe, is pacing up and down in front of
Doctors Houston and Watson, both of whom are looking guilty.
McKAY: You know, I think I am a pretty easy guy to work for.
(Behind him, Carson turns and throws him a disbelieving glance.)
McKAY (to Watson and Houston): I am usually too busy doing all the
really important stuff to micro-manage all the little things I need
you people to be doing. Now, because of that, you have a fair amount
of freedom. That does not, however, mean you can do whatever the
hell you please. There are rules; there are protocols in place not
only to protect this city but your sorry little existences.
HOUSTON: Look, if I could just say ...
McKAY (interrupting): Oh, no you cannot. You cannot interrupt me,
OK? I was having a perfectly wonderful dream before I got this call,
so you can just stand there and listen. You were sent on a routine
cataloguing of one of the abandoned Ancient labs, and you activate
some alien device without having the first clue what it was?!
WATSON: We thought it was ...
McKAY (interrupting): Yes, well you thought wrong.
HOUSTON: Yeah, but just the other week you did the exact same thing,
so I don't ...
McKAY (interrupting): Well *I* am *me*. If I make a mistake, I can
fix it. *You* are *you*, and when *you* make mistakes, you don't
have to fix them. *I* do.
HOUSTON: The second we realised it was emitting radiation, we turned
it off.
McKAY: So what?! What, you want a medal? Look, my four year old
niece could figure out to turn something off if it was emitting
radiation. That does not make you smart – that just makes you a
little less stupid.
BECKETT: Rodney, be nice.
McKAY: So, are they gonna live? More importantly, can I go back to
BECKETT: Well, according to their body scan and blood tests, they'll
be alright, yes ... (he looks at them) ... although you should check
back in the next twenty-four hours and we'll run some more tests,
just to be certain.
McKAY (wagging his finger at the two of them sternly): Well, you were
lucky, because we are in a place where something as simple as
flipping a switch can domino out into thousands of people dying. You
need to be more careful.
(Houston and Jim look at each other in a guilty way.)
McKAY (relenting a little): OK, just ... take tomorrow off, alright?
HOUSTON: We already *have* tomorrow off. It's the mandatory rest day.
McKAY: It is?
(Jim nods.)
McKAY: Already?
(Carson backs behind a column so that the other two can't see him.
Clearing his throat to attract Rodney's attention, he mimes casting
out a fishing line and then reeling it in. Smiling, he points at
Rodney, then walks away. Rodney turns away, obviously not happy.)
McKAY: Oh, great(!)

DAY TIME. Rodney, dressed in casual clothes, is standing outside a
closed door. He holds his hand to his mouth and breathes out to
check his breath, then passes his hand over the door panel and goes
inside. The room is full of plants, so it's presumably a botany lab.
McKAY: Katie? Hello, Katie?
(Katie Brown calls out from deeper in the lab.)
BROWN: Rodney!
(Rodney follows the sound of her voice.)
McKAY: There you are.
BROWN: What are you doing here?
McKAY: Hey, it's your day off. What are *you* doing here?
BROWN: Well, I'm nursing these little baby ferns we found on M4L-
279. At this nascent stage they're very fragile and if I leave them
for too long, they'll die.
McKAY: Ah, so what? They're ferns. (Katie looks at him.) Oh, which
is to say, you know, you need time off just like everyone else does.
BROWN: I know. It's just, they produce this special enzyme that we
think might cure leukaemia.
McKAY (pointing at the ferns): What, these guys? Really?
BROWN: Yeah. So what are *you* doing with your day off? I thought
you had plans.
McKAY: Oh, I do, with Beckett. That's, um ... that's kind of why I'm
McKAY: Yeah. I need an excuse to break those plans.
BROWN: Why's that?
McKAY: Well, because we're going fishing. And to be honest, I cannot
think of a more torturous way of spending a day than, you know, up to
my ... hips in water trying to get worms on hooks and having all the
time in the world to listen to Carson's many views on what I'm sure
are a vast number of impossibly boring subjects. I mean, it is
unappealing in every way.
BROWN: Then why did you say yes in the first place?
McKAY: Oh, because he said, "D'you wanna go fishing next month?" It
sounded so far away, I figured something'd come up, I'd be able to
get out of it, but here we are a month later and ...
BROWN: ... nothing's come up! (She laughs.)
McKAY: Exactly! So I figured if I told him we finally had an
afternoon where I could take you out to lunch or something, then he'd
have no choice but to let me out of it.
BROWN: I can't. I need to babysit the ferns.
McKAY: Right. Well. If I had a nickel for every time a girl used
that line!
(Katie giggles. Rodney gets inspired and clicks his fingers several
McKAY: You know what? Let me bring lunch to you. We can eat here.
BROWN: Rodney, you wanna babysit ferns with me?
McKAY: Hey, in the battle between ferns versus fish, ferns
continuously win a decisive victory.
BROWN: That would be lovely.
McKAY: Great! OK, I'll be right back.
(Rodney hurries out. Katie watches him go, smiling fondly.)

MESS HALL. Rodney, carrying a couple of trays of sandwiches, sees
Elizabeth and Mike sitting at a table talking. He looks thoughtful.
McKAY: Hmm!
(He puts the trays down on the food table to collect a few more items
just as Carson walks in.)
BECKETT (smiling): Would you look at that! Great minds think alike.
I thought I'd pick us up some snacks as well.
McKAY: Yes. Umm, about that.
(Carson's smile fades.)
BECKETT: Rodney.
McKAY: Look, here's the thing. You know I would love to go with you.
BECKETT: No, I don't.
McKAY: Ah, I would, I do. I just, um ... I ran into Katie Brown ...
(Carson rolls his eyes and sighs) ... and she started to lay the
guilt on, you know, how I never get to see her and how the one day I
get off, I'm jetsetting off to the coast to sport fish with my best
buddy. I mean, she and I see so little of each other, I'm not sure
we even count as a couple. Anyways, look, long story short ...
BECKETT: Too late.
McKAY: ... I told Katie I would spend the day with her.
(Carson laughs ruefully.)
BECKETT: Alright.
McKAY: You know, if it was *anybody* else ...
BECKETT: No, no. I understand.
McKAY: Yeah, next week, I'm one hundred percent there.
BECKETT: You promise?
McKAY (unable to look him in the eyes): Absolutely.
McKAY: Yeah, and it's still early, so I'm sure you'll find someone
else to go with you.
BECKETT: Oh, you can bet on that. (He takes a few items of food and
a bottle of water from the table.) Well, tell Katie I said hullo.
McKAY: Mmm, will do.
BECKETT: Enjoy. *I* will.
(He leaves. Rodney clenches his fists triumphantly.)
McKAY: Yes!
(He looks across to Elizabeth and Mike again, then turns back to the
food table with his eyebrows raised and a quirky smile on his face.)
McKAY: Hmm!

LATER. BOTANY LAB. Rodney and Katie are sitting at a table eating
BROWN: Oh, this is lovely.
McKAY: It *is*, yes.
BROWN: I've gotta say, after all the Cadman craziness last year, I
figured there was no chance for us.
McKAY (awkwardly): Oh, why's that?
BROWN: Well, you had another consciousness in your body – one that
took over during our first date and *made* you kiss me. It was ...
awkward. And so you ignored me for a few months.
McKAY: I did not!
BROWN: Yes, you did. I mean, it's OK, I guess. I can't imagine
going through something like that, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't
wanna be reminded of it either.
McKAY: Yes, well, it was a little weird there for a bit.
BROWN: For the last little while, you've really made an effort to
make time for me, and it has been lovely.
(She smiles at him.)
McKAY: It's funny, you know? I mean, much as I hate to admit it,
seeing my little sister so happy with her family, I just ... Well,
it kind of made me realise that, uh ... well, I'd like to get married.
BROWN: You would?!
(Rodney's eyes widen in horror as he realises what he just said.)
McKAY: Oh, no, not to you.
McKAY: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no. No-no-no, not *not* to you ...
BROWN: No, I ...
McKAY: Look, I was just ...
(They both stutter at the same time for a few seconds.)
McKAY: No, that was not a proposal – I was just ... I was just
talking, you know?
BROWN: Right.
McKAY: I just don't want you to get the wrong ... It's not that I
wouldn't be interested in-in-in getting married to someone, I mean,
someone *like* you, I mean someone *just* like you – *you* even,
maybe one day – I just, uh ...
BROWN: I know, I know. It's OK.
McKAY: I like you a *lot*. I mean, I *do*.
BROWN: I know you do, and I like you a lot too.
McKAY: I know. And to be honest, I find that just baffling.
BROWN: Come on, now ...
McKAY: No-no-no-no-no, it's other people too – they find it baffling
BROWN: I guess they just don't know you like I know you.
McKAY: Yeah, but, you see, that's what scares me. I mean, at some
point, you're gonna know me the way *they* know me and then ...
BROWN: Rodney, I think I know you pretty well. There's not a lot of
subtext with you.
(Rodney looks at her for a moment, then stands up and walks close to
McKAY: I am *really* sorry that I ignored you all that time.
(Katie smiles up at him.)
BROWN (softly): I bet you are.
(Rodney smiles down at her. Just then a huge explosion goes off in
the distance and the lab shakes.)
BROWN: What was that?
McKAY: I don't know. Look, I've gotta go.
(He hurries away as alarms begin to sound.)

SHEPPARD: So, what, a suicide bomb?
ZELENKA: Well, see, no. I thought so too originally, but I've
scanned the area with my equipment now – there isn't even the
slightest trace of explosive residue. We have no idea what we're
dealing with here.
McKAY (over radio): Zelenka, do you read?
ZELENKA: Yes, McKay, I'm here with Sheppard and Ronon. What have you
McKAY (over radio): You're all gonna wanna see this.
(The three of them hurry off.)

McKAY: Alright, I am digesting this as I go, so forgive the rough
SHEPPARD: What've you got?
McKAY: Last night, Doctor Houston and her partner Doctor Watson were
cataloguing a new Ancient lab we uncovered. They inadvertently
activated this machine.
(He pulls up an image of the machine on his computer screen.)
McKAY: It started to emit a very odd type of radiation, but they were
able to turn it off right away. Now, Doctor Beckett examined them
that night and gave them a clean bill of health, so with no immediate
apparent danger, we decided to figure out what the device was, well,
whenever we had time. That was a mistake.
SHEPPARD: What is it?
McKAY: Well, the science of it is ... well, it's spectacularly
complicated, but it appears to be a weapon – one created by the
Ancients to battle the Wraith and one that was abandoned fairly early
on as it affected everyone in proximity, including Ancients and
ZELENKA: Affected them how?
McKAY: Ah. Well, long story short, it creates explosive tumours.
DEX: Explosive tumours?
DEX: Are you kidding me?
McKAY: Yeah, I wish. Look, it's actually quite ingenious. The
device emits millions of irradiated particles that have been
genetically programmed to enter into our systems and gather behind
the lungs. Now, as they go, they collect trace elements from our
body that they need to complete an explosive compound which, once in
place, the tumour reaches critical mass and explodes.
SHEPPARD: So, wait, this guy Watson ...
McKAY: ... has almost definitely been exposed, yes. Look, we need to
find him before that tumour ignites, which could be any minute now.

OPERATING ROOM. Carson and a medical team are wheeling a patient
into surgery. Carson is examining the man's leg which was apparently
injured in the explosion.
BECKETT: Well, it's not good but it's not awful. We need to start
right away. What's his name?
(A nurse looks at her computer pad.)
NURSE: Um, James. James Watson.
(The camera pans up to show that it is indeed Doctor Watson lying
unconscious on the gurney.)

MESS HALL. As Elizabeth and Mike eat their lunch, Rodney and Carson
are talking at the food table.
McKAY: Next week, I am one hundred percent there.
BECKETT: You promise?
McKAY: Absolutely.
McKAY: And besides, it's still early. I'm sure you'll find someone
else to go with you.
BECKETT: Oh, you can bet on that. (He takes a few items of food and
a bottle of water from the table.) Well, tell Katie I said hullo.
McKAY: Yeah, will do.
BECKETT: Enjoy. *I* will.
(He leaves the room.)

SHORTLY AFTERWARDS. GAME ROOM. Carson walks into a room in which a
chess club has been set up. Several pairs of people are playing
games of chess. Carson walks along the row of tables until he
reaches Radek playing against a man.
MAN: Son of a bitch! Stop that!
ZELENKA: Stop what? Winning?
MAN: You haven't won yet.
(Radek jumps up to greet Carson.)
ZELENKA: Carson! You've come to join the chess club.
BECKETT: Uh, not quite.
ZELENKA: You've come to watch?
BECKETT: Well, uh, no. Actually, Radek, I'm looking for someone to
come fishing with me. Rodney bailed at the last minute.
ZELENKA: Surprise, surprise.
BECKETT: I know. Any interest?
ZELENKA: I would, but we're playing for trades today, you know? And
no-one can really beat me so ... I've already won Doctor Mallozzi's
animé DVD collection ... (he lowers his voice and looks at Carson
suggestively) ... *and* I got a coupon for a free Swedish massage
from Doctor Ambrose.
BECKETT (admiringly): Ouch!
(Radek nods and clicks his tongue.)
ZELENKA: Perhaps we can go fishing next week?
BECKETT: OK, alright. Well, uh, best of luck to you. (He turns and
walks away.)
ZELENKA: Oh, I don't need luck.
(He looks down at the board and makes his move.)
ZELENKA: Checkmate.
MAN: Son of a bitch!
(Angrily, he lays his king down in defeat.)

On a pier some distance away from the central area of Atlantis, Major
Lorne is painting a picture of the central towers. Carson comes over
to him.
BECKETT: You paint!
LORNE: Hey, Doc. Yeah, I paint.
BECKETT (looking at the painting): And you're good, too.
LORNE: My mom was an art teacher. It's what we did on weekends.
Stopped for a while – didn't really have time for it during basic
training, first couple of years on duty – but I'm picking it up
again. Hard not to with views like that, huh?
BECKETT: Aye. Um, I don't suppose there's any chance you'd like to
come fishing with me on the mainland, is there?
LORNE: If you'd got to me earlier, maybe, but I kinda wanna finish
this up.
BECKETT: Och, it looks done to me.
LORNE: That is why *I* am the painter and *you* a doctor.
BECKETT: Very good point. Enjoy the rest of your day, Major.
LORNE: You can count on it.
(Carson leaves.)

DOCTOR BIRO'S QUARTERS. Doctor Biro is sitting on her bed reading
something. Carson comes to the open door and coughs. She looks up.
BIRO: Oh, hey there, sir.
BECKETT: Hullo, I was just ...
BIRO: You know what's crazy? I was just thinking about you. (She
giggles and stands up.) Has that ever happened to you? You know,
you're thinking about something and then, boom! There it is!
(She laughs again. Carson laughs falsely, already realising that
this is someone he does *not* want to take fishing with him.)
BIRO: It's not like I'm psychic or anything but, who knows?
BECKETT: Well, actually, I ...
BIRO: You know what? I am sorry. You were trying to say something
and I interrupted you.
BECKETT: Enjoy your day off, Doctor Biro.
BIRO: Absolutely.
BECKETT: Bye-bye.
(He turns and leaves, sighing.)

INFIRMARY. Carson walks in and finds Doctor Cole sitting at her desk.
BECKETT: Slow day?
COLE: Carson. What the hell are you doing here? It's supposed to be
your day off.
BECKETT: Well, my fishing trip is officially a bust, so I figured I'd
come in here and actually catch up on some paperwork for the first
time in over a year.
COLE: That's a shame.
BECKETT: Aye, it is.
(Cole shakes her head as if in pain and gets back to her computer.)
BECKETT: You alright?
COLE: A migraine. It's a bad one, actually. I took some stuff, but
I can't take any more, with me being on call and everything.
BECKETT: You should have radioed me.
COLE: Are you kidding? There's no way in hell I was gonna let you
miss that fishing trip. It's all you've been talking about for two
BECKETT: Well, I'm not going now, so off you go. I'll cover your
COLE: You sure?
BECKETT: Aye. There's nothing happening here anyway. You go – take
a horse pill and rest.
COLE: Oh, you're a life saver.
BECKETT (smiling): I know.
COLE: Thanks, Carson. (She stands up and hugs him.) Thanks.
BECKETT (hugging her): You're welcome.

LATER. Carson is bandaging the ankle of a female marine.
BECKETT: If you're going to play volleyball, you're going to need
proper gym shoes.
MARINE: I know. I've put an order in for a pair but it takes forever
to get things from Earth that aren't vital to the success of the
BECKETT: Well you, young lady, are vital to the success of the
missions, so don't play sports in sandals, OK?
MARINE (smiling): OK, Doc.
BECKETT: Alright. We're all done here. We'll fix you up some
crutches and ...
(A distant explosion can be heard and the Infirmary shakes. Carson
jumps to his feet and turns to one of his staff.)
BECKETT: Myers, call in every available nurse and doctor
immediately. (He turns to two other staff members.) You and you,
grab two field kits and a couple of stretchers and follow me.
(He runs to a desk, picks up his headset radio and puts it on.)
BECKETT: This is Beckett. What happened and where are we needed?
(Without waiting for the reply, he grabs a field kit and starts to
run out of the Infirmary.)

EXPLOSION SITE. John and Ronon run in and go over to Carson.
DEX: What happened here?
BECKETT: Some sort of explosion. At least three dead; maybe a dozen
or so severely injured.
MAN 2: Doc?
(Carson turns, and he and the other two hurry over to another
stretcher being brought out of the damaged area. Teyla is lying on
the stretcher, her midriff bandaged.)
(Teyla looks up at him weakly and lifts her hand towards him.)
TEYLA: Carson.
BECKETT (taking her hand): I'm here. You've been in an explosion,
Teyla, and a piece of debris has impacted your side. We're headed to
the Infirmary to take it out and patch you up. Easy-peasy – I can do
this one in my sleep.
(Teyla closes her eyes.)

LATER. OPERATING ROOM. Carson is just finishing surgery on Teyla.
He holds a suture taut for a nurse.
BECKETT: Alright? All set? (The nurse cuts the suture.) Thank you.
NURSE: Can't believe you got the artery cleaned up.
BECKETT: Well, they typically don't make you head surgeon if you're
all thumbs. (He smiles.)
NURSE: You have another patient waiting for you. He got his leg cut
up pretty bad in the blast.
BECKETT: Alright. We're all done here. Let's get her down to the
recovery level and we'll get him in here.

McKAY: Long story short, it creates explosive tumours.
DEX: Explosive tumours? Are you kidding me?
McKAY: I wish I was.
SHEPPARD: So, wait, this guy Watson ...
McKAY: ... has almost definitely been exposed, yes. Look, we need to
find him before that tumour ignites, which could be any minute now.

OPERATING ROOM. Jim is just being wheeled in while Carson looks at
his leg.
BECKETT: Well, it's not good but it's not awful. We need to start
right away. What's his name?
(The nurse looks at her computer pad.)
NURSE: Uh, James. James Watson.
BECKETT: Watson? Poor lad was in here last night. Looks like he's
had a run of bad luck.
McKAY (over comms): Doctor Watson. Doctor James Watson. Report your
whereabouts immediately.
BECKETT: Well, aren't *you* popular?! (To the nurse) Go see what
that's about, please.
(The nurse heads off.)

RODNEY'S LAB. Rodney is talking with the nurse over the radio.
McKAY: He's in the OR right now? I need you to get Beckett back on
his radio.

OPERATING ROOM. Carson has already started surgery on Jim's leg.
The nurse attaches Carson's radio headset to his ear.
NURSE: It's Doctor McKay.
BECKETT: What is it, Rodney? I'm a little busy right now.
McKAY: Carson, the man you are working on right now has been infected
with an explosive tumour. We think it's what killed Houston and
caused the explosion.
BECKETT: What are you talkin' about? That's not ...
McKAY (interrupting): It *is* possible, Carson. Look, you need to
get you and your team out of there. Sheppard has an ordnance
disposal crew on the way.
BECKETT: Well, he's too fragile to move right now.
McKAY: *He* doesn't have to move. *You* do.
(Carson sighs and thinks for a moment, then addresses his team.)
BECKETT: Alright, listen up. I need everyone to clear the floor
right now. I'm enacting a Protocol Seven for this entire level.
(The team stares at him in surprise.)
BECKETT: *Move* it, people!
(As the team starts to leave, he takes hold of the nurse's arms and
starts to steer her away from the bed.)
BECKETT: Right, he stays, you go.
NURSE: What about you?
BECKETT: I'm staying put.
NURSE: Then so am I.
BECKETT: Look, I don't have time to fight about it right now.
NURSE: Then don't. You can't do this on your own.
(Carson looks at her for a brief moment, wishing he could persuade
her to go but knowing that he doesn't have the time to argue with
her. He hurries over to a computer and types on it. The screen
shows "ACTIVE LOCKDOWN. PROTOCOL SEVEN." He types in his password
and the computer shows a demarcation line about two thirds of the way
up the central tower of the city. He turns and goes back to the
operating table, takes the nurse by the shoulders and turns her to
face him.)
BECKETT: Thank you.
(The lockdown alarms start to sound.)
BECKETT: Alright, let's get the scanner in place. We have a tumour
to remove.

RODNEY'S LAB. John is looking at a computer screen which shows what
Carson has done.
SHEPPARD: He's used his authorisation code to seal off the whole
level. We can't get to him.
McKAY (into radio): Carson, you cannot seriously be considering
operating on this guy.
BECKETT: Exactly how much time do we think I have?
McKAY: There is no way to know for sure. Look, Houston was infected
at the same time that Watson was and her tumour's already exploded.
(In the Operating Room, Carson nods to the nurse, who hands him a
BECKETT: No time to waste, then. Making first incision.
McKAY: OK, look, this is all very brave and all, but ...
SHEPPARD: ... what if the explosion causes structural damage? What
if the tower comes down with everyone in it?
McKAY: Exactly.
BECKETT: Sending him to the other side of the city and just leaving
him there is tantamount to murder, Colonel.
McKAY (frantically): The man is already dead!
BECKETT: Like hell he is.
SHEPPARD: Carson, I can't order you to stand down, but ...
BECKETT: That's right, you can't. Have your men standing by. I'll
open access to the floor once I've extracted the tumour. Beckett out.
(He and the nurse exchange a glance as he continues surgery.)

ELIZABETH'S OFFICE. John and Rodney have joined Elizabeth in there.
WEIR: How long has he been at it?
SHEPPARD: About ten minutes. I've got an emergency crew standing
by. Either way, we're cut off.
WEIR (to Rodney): Can't you bypass his access code?
McKAY: Yeah, but it'll take half an hour. Look, if he's not done
removing it by then, then ...
WEIR: This is crazy!

OPERATING ROOM. Carson gently extracts the tumour with a pair of
forceps and slowly turns around to take it to an organ transplant
transportation box. He very slowly lowers the tumour into the box,
sighing softly as he gently pulls the forceps out again. Putting the
forceps down, he lightly takes hold of the lid of the box and begins
to slide it shut.
BECKETT (quietly into radio): Colonel Sheppard. I've extracted the
tumour ...
(Once the lid is shut, he takes off the protective plastic shield
that was covering his face and removes his surgical hat.)
BECKETT: ... and I'm opening up the OR level.
(Stripping off his medical gloves, he goes over to the computer,
selects "OPEN O.R. LEVEL" and types in his password. Some distance
away, a door slides open in front of the waiting ordnance disposal
crew. A marine dressed in heavy protective gear and helmet wheels in
a large container on a trolley. He starts to run towards the OR,
pulling the trolley behind him.)
SHEPPARD: He's on his way. Sit tight.
(In the OR, Carson thinks for a few seconds, then makes a decision.
He stands up, taking off his medical gown.)
BECKETT: Dammit. Tell him I'll meet him halfway.
SHEPPARD: Just stay put, Doc.
BECKETT: The sooner I get this thing out of my sight, the better.
(He walks over to the organ transportation box and puts his fingers
gently on either side.)
BECKETT (to the nurse): If you'll finish in closing him up, please.
(He looks across to see her confirmatory nod.)
BECKETT: I'll be right back.
(Swallowing nervously, he gently lifts the box and carries it slowly
out of the room. He walks carefully along the corridor.)
BECKETT (quietly, reminding himself to take his time): Easy. Easy.
(The marine wheels the trolley towards him, stops and holds up his
hand to Carson. Moving the trolley into position, he slowly reaches
out towards Carson and gently takes the box from him.)
BECKETT (quietly): Thank you.
(He turns and activates his radio as he starts to walk back towards
the OR.)
BECKETT: We just made the hand-off.
(Behind him, the box explodes. A massive fireball erupts from the
box and envelops the trolley, the marine and Carson.)

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Rodney, dressed in black trousers, a plain pale blue shirt and a
black tie, is packing the last of Carson's belongings into crates.
He sadly picks up a framed photograph of himself and Carson in their
offworld gear walking along together and smiling. As he continues to
gaze at the photograph, his face full of grief, the door opens and
Ronon walks in.
DEX (quietly): Hey.
McKAY (turning to face him): Hey.
DEX: You OK?
(Rodney nods.)
McKAY: Mmm. ... Uh, not really.
DEX: You need some help?
McKAY: No. No, I'm almost done. He didn't have a lot of stuff here.
DEX: You sending it all back home to his family?
McKAY: Yeah. I mean, we will. They don't know yet. We're going to
send, uh ... (he trails off for a long moment) ... the body back to
Earth and, um, I'm gonna tell his mother. (He looks at Ronon for a
moment.) I should have just gone fishing with him.
DEX (his voice almost breaking): Don't.
McKAY: No. If I'd gone fishing ... if I'd checked the machine ... if
I hadn't assigned two junior guys to catalogue the lab ...
DEX (gently): Rodney. What's done is done.
(Rodney's eyes fill with tears.)
McKAY: I know. And that's why it's killing me.
(He gets back to packing Carson's belongings. Ronon, helpless to do
anything to comfort him, leaves the room.)

INFIRMARY. Teyla is in one bed while, in the bed next to her, Jim
Watson is lying either asleep or still unconscious. Teyla sits up in
bed and tries to get out. John, wearing his dress blues, walks in.
SHEPPARD: Where do you think you're going?
TEYLA: I would like to go to the memorial.
SHEPPARD: I don't think you should be going anywhere.
TEYLA: I am fine.
(She tries to stand but grimaces with pain.)
SHEPPARD: Alright. I'll get a wheelchair.
TEYLA: No. I would like to stand. As a testament to him.
(She looks into John's face.)
TEYLA: How are *you* doing?
SHEPPARD: Me? I'm fine ... but I didn't get major surgery two days
TEYLA: That is not what I meant.
SHEPPARD (quietly): Well, it hasn't hit me yet. I'm not looking
forward to it when it does.
TEYLA: I feel a great sadness. He ... (She trails off and looks
away, unable to complete what she was going to say.) I feel a great
(She sighs. John steps towards her.)
SHEPPARD: Here. I got you.
(He puts his arm around her waist and helps her to her feet. They
slowly walk off.)

GATEROOM. On a trestle in front of the Gate is a coffin draped in
the saltire – the Scottish national flag. At the bottom of steps
facing the Gate are John, Elizabeth – wearing a black trouser suit,
Teyla – wearing a mid brown outfit, Ronon – who is wearing dark
clothes and a jacket with long sleeves, Radek – wearing a black suit,
Lorne – in his dress blues, and Doctor Cole in a black skirt and
jacket. All around the room, up the stairs and on the Control Room
balcony are members of the Atlantis team, either wearing military
uniform or their expedition uniforms. Rodney, now wearing a black
jacket, walks back from the side of the coffin. He may have just
made a speech. As he joins John and the others, Elizabeth walks over
to the coffin, then turns to face the gathering.
WEIR: We've said goodbye to a lot of friends today. Our mission is a
dangerous one. We lose people – a fact we're all painfully aware
of. But Carson was ... (She trails off for several seconds,
temporarily lost for words.) I can't remember anyone coming to me
with a complaint against him – ever. He was a kind soul. He was ...
he was a healer. And he will be very deeply missed. George
Fabricius said, "Death comes to us all, but great achievements, they
build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold." (Her
voice begins to break.) Every single life Carson saved is a monument
to him. And that gives me great comfort.
(She stands silent for a moment, then nods up to the Control Room
balcony. The technician turns to go to the control console. On the
opposite balcony, bagpipes begin to warm up. Elizabeth puts her hand
gently onto the coffin for a moment as, on the balcony, a Scots piper
in full regalia begins to play a lament while the Gate dials.)
(The Gate activates. John, Rodney, Ronon, Cole, Lorne and Radek walk
towards the coffin. Elizabeth walks over to Teyla, whose eyes are
full of tears, and they share a sad smile. John and Rodney take up
position at the front of either side of the coffin. Cole and Ronon
line up behind Rodney; Lorne and Radek behind John. John and Rodney
look at each other for a moment, then the six pallbearers lift the
coffin and slowly walk forward towards the Gate. As the piper plays
on, the team carries Carson Beckett home.)

Some days later, Rodney stands on the end of a pier at the edge of
Atlantis, gazing out over the ocean. Carson walks over to stand by
his side.
BECKETT: How'd it go back on Earth?
(Rodney smiles softly.)
McKAY: It was, um, it was awful. (He turns to Carson and smiles at
him.) Your family was amazing, though.
(Carson smiles.)
BECKETT: Aye, they are. Good turnout?
McKAY (looking out over the ocean again): Oh, packed the church.
BECKETT: Oh, that's good to hear!
McKAY: It's not gonna be the same round here without you.
BECKETT: Oh, you're tellin' me!
McKAY: You know, the universe is a big place. (He looks at Carson.)
Who knows, maybe we'll bump into each other again.
BECKETT: Aye, who knows?
(Rodney looks away, on the verge of tears.)
McKAY: You were the closest thing to a best friend I ever had. I'm
really, really sorry. (He looks at Carson wistfully.) I should have
just ...
BECKETT: Hey. This isn't your fault.
McKAY: You're just tellin' me what I wanna hear.
BECKETT: Well, that's what best friends do sometimes. And in this
case it also happens to be true. (He smiles at him.) Take care of
yourself, Rodney.
(Rodney raises his hand to him.)
McKAY (softly): Goodbye, Carson.
(Carson smiles at him one last time, then fades out of existence.
Rodney stands alone at the end of the pier.)