#torrell

"What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No! We've got a big problem in here!" "What's wrong?" "I lost power to the DHD." "Why?" "I told you the power feed would be intermittent at best. We should've dialed when I patched it instead of standing around 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 intricate as the DHD. Maybe one, given the time constraints." "Then do it." "Can one drone shoot down an entire Wraith cruiser?" "Maybe we'll get a lucky shot. McKay?" "Almost…just give me one more…and…okay! We're armed! Go, before the power cuts out again!"

(Lineup from left to right: Sofir, Ydteus, Nhelif, and Torrell)

"Wait, look!" "Oh no…" "What is that? What is that?" "It's a Wraith cruiser, and trust me, you don't want to be around when it gets here." "Come on." "Wait, wait. Dial the gate." "Stop!" "If all the prisoners get off this island, where do you think that ship will go?"

"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." "Well, I'm sorry, but there are some things beyond my capability." "I don't believe you." "Well, I know it is hard to believe, but—" "No. I think you're lying." "I'm not. It's broken. You don't understand "broken?"" "I know your type. You whine, and you complain, and you see to it that your every task is viewed as 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."

"That's it! I did it! We're ready to dial!" "See that? I knew you could do it." "Kill him." "Oh, no, no. You don't have to do that. If you want me to dial the gate for you, that's fine. There are hundreds of suitable planets out there you can go to." "Yes, and there are hundreds of unsuitable planets you can send me to, aren't there?" "Yeah, but I won't send you to one of those." "I think our best option is to just come with you, to your planet…provided you got more of these lying around there, do you?" "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 all of your weapons pointed at you, right?" "Yeah, well, you're going to murder us the minute we step through the gate anyways. What difference does it make?" "That's very distrustful."

"We scored a hit. That's either going to buy us time or piss 'em off." "If they didn't know we were here, they sure as hell do now." "Colonel Sheppard, you damaged the Wraith cruiser…" "Dr. Weir…" "And it's leaving the area. But there are two more cruisers incoming." "Here." "Elizabeth, where are you?" "We're in Jumper 2. We're cloaked, directly above you." "Are you all right?" "Our jumper's disabled. Right now, I need you to dial the gate to one of the back-up planets to the Alpha site. Doesn't matter which one." "Understood. Do it." "Okay, everyone who wanted off of this planet…now's your chance! Time to go." "Why should we trust you? Huh?" "If you want to stay, stay. I really don't give a damn, but you are not coming home with us!" "But I—" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can come."

"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 did 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 is Eldon?" "That would be me." "You're a prisoner?" "I was accused of killing one man—" "He's a scientist." "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, harbors 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—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, until you change your mind…or until they're all dead. I don't care."