05x17 - Infection

[bunniefuu]

Lower your weapons.

We've come up with a gene therapy.

We think we can make it so that you

will never need
to feed on humans again.

How did you do that?

Surely you don't think we did this?

What the hell's going on?
Where's Caldwell?

We need everyone we can.
We're taking the ship back.

Todd let us take her back
without a fight,

but he's locked us out of the controls
and retreated to one of the 302 bays.

That's how he's going to destroy
the facility, by ramming us into it.

What'd you do?

Opened up a hyperspace window
big enough for the both of us.

We just traveled through the planet.

- How long till they get here?
- Just a matter of minutes.

- Are we prepared to cloak the City?
- Yes, it's all set,

but for the record,
I still say the shield is a better idea.

Look, that cloak offers us
no protection whatsoever.

- If that hive opens up on us...
- How could they do that?

- They'd have to know our position.
- What, you're assuming they don't?

We've been tracking them for days!
They've got some inside information!

It's better not to confirm our location
until we know for sure.

No sense in giving them
an easy target to sh**t at.

Colonel Sheppard,
what's your status?

- Standing by.
- Be prepared to fire drones on my mark.

Copy that.
Just say the word.

Well,

I suppose we're as prepared
as we can be. Engage the cloak.

All right.

Okay. Cloak's engaged.

They should be here momentarily.

- What's happening?
- Nothing.

- They're just sitting there.
- Do they know we're here?

Hang on.
I'm receiving a transmission.

- It's a file of some kind.
- Pull it up on a firewalled computer.

- What's it say?
- It's nothing... a random bunch of...

- Wait a second.
- What is it?

It's encrypted.

Using the same kind of algorithm
we use on the Daedalus.

Hold your fire...
Gene therapy developed...

by Dr. Keller...

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Looks like
the file's corrupted somehow.

... initial results unable
to counteract the disease...

Help us.

What on Earth does that mean?

I have no idea.

Season 5 Episode 17
Infection (v. 1.00)

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What do you mean,
you didn't understand him?

The file was corrupted.
We were only able to catch a few words.

Though, from what we could tell,
it seemed like he was asking for help.

With what?

Something to do
with Jennifer's gene therapy?

Well, we gave him a chance to test it.
He double-crossed us.

I say we blow him out of the sky.

I can't say I disagree with you.

Though I do find it odd
he would just show up here,

knowing that would be our reaction.

And why send a file?
Why not just radio us directly?

Whatever he wants,
it must be really important.

Perhaps we should answer back.

Tell him that we did not
receive the file properly?

We might as well
just drop the cloak.

They'll be able
to trace our radio signal.

No. We might be able
to do it from a Jumper.

Approach the hive cloaked,
and communicate with them from there.

But then they would be able
to pinpoint the Jumper's exact location.

Yes, but the Jumper's a lot more
maneuverable than the City.

This isn't the first time
we've flown up to Todd's doorstep.

Any chance
you could clean up that video?

- Piece together what he's saying?
- No, there's too much data missing.

All right.
Colonel?

On my way.

Coming up on it now.

This is Colonel John Sheppard.

Please come in.

We didn't receive
your video transmission correctly.

Please respond.

Are they getting this?

Yeah, they should be.
I mean, there's no reason why they...

- What is it?
- I'm not picking up any life-signs.

- What?
- I believe Rodney is correct.

I have also not been able to detect
the presence of any Wraith.

I thought it was because we were
too far, but this makes more sense.

It does?

This better not be a ship
from another reality.

We've been tracking their approach
for a few days now, remember?

It didn't just pop into our space
like that other Daedalus did.

Look, we know that they don't show up
on our scans when they're hibernating.

I'd say that's probably
a more logical explanation.

Hibernating.
All of them?

They could've pre-programmed the ship
to fly here on its own, enter orbit,

even send a pre-recorded signal.

- Why?
- There's only one way to find out.

We're receiving a signal. It's Colonel
Sheppard on a secure channel.

Patch me in.

What's happening up there?

Well, the Wraith have thrown us
a little curve ball here.

Got no life signs on board.
We think they're hibernating.

Why do that?

That's what we'd like to find out,
but it means boarding the ship.

Are you sure that's wise?
What if it's a trap?

Well, if it is, it's a pretty lousy one.
If they ambush us,

you can still take 'em out
from down there.

Sacrificing your lives.

I'm flattered you think Todd
would go to so much trouble to k*ll me.

Look, taking out a hive ship

is always a good idea,
but we did come all this way,

and... got all dressed up.

All right.

No sign of 'em yet.

Why is it that I find empty Hives

even creepier than the ones
that are full of Wraith?

Trust me, we're better off this way.

Bridge should be up here.

All right, just...
give me a few seconds.

All right.

Well, I was right.
They're all in their hibernation pods.

- Where?
- There's chambers in the aft section.

The weird thing is, though,
if I'm reading this right,

they haven't given themselves
a wake-up call.

What?

The normal procedure
would be to leave crew members awake

so that they could monitor the pods
and bring the others out when it's time,

but since they all went in,
there'd be some kind of an a*t*matic

or timed shut-down protocol,
but I can't find one.

So if we do not wake them...

- Then they never will.
- Sounds good to me.

Do you do not find it odd
that Todd would leave himself

and his entire crew to our mercy?
Especially after our last encounter?

Maybe he's not as smart
as you think he is.

- What was that?
- Some kind of power fluctuation.

I'm reading minor malfunctions
in several of the ship's systems.

Hang on...

I got Todd's video file.
Looks like it's intact.

- I thought it was corrupted.
- It must've happened in transmission,

some glitch in the comm system.

- The original, it's there. All right.
- Let's see it.

Hold your fire.
We mean you no harm.

Allow me to explain our presence here
before you take any action.

If you are seeing this message,

my ship has arrived safely
at Atlantis.

I'm coming to you because my crew

and I have been stricken
with a disease...

A complication to the gene therapy
developed by Dr. Keller...

- Wait a second. We didn't give 'em...
- ... I acquired some of the formulation

while my crew and I
were occupying the Daedalus.

I admit,

I wanted to see
if it would actually work.

And it did.

The initial results
were nothing short of astonishing.

See for yourself.

I was so impressed,
I decided to treat my entire crew.

It was only then that we began
to notice problems.

The first group grew sick and d*ed.

Before long,
others began to get sick as well.

Our natural healing ability
was unable to counteract the disease.

I have come here

as a matter of last resort.

I realize

we have had our differences of late,

and you may be reluctant
to help us...

But remember this...

If we die, any hope you may have

of distributing this treatment
in the future dies with us.

The choice is yours.

Now that we know what happened,

we can just fire drones at 'em,
and close the file and move on.

You said his feeding hand
was clean...

Which means the treatment worked,
at least for a while.

Then it started k*lling them,
so I don't know

if they're gonna line up
for this one.

Which is why we need to find out
exactly what went wrong.

We need to examine every scrap
of medical data on that Hive.

We may even need to revive
a few of the Wraith

so Dr. Keller can perform
a complete physical evaluation.

I'm sorry, but the IOA
is strongly committed

to the development
of this gene therapy.

It's a thing they all agree on.

If it's simply not workable, so be it,
but they're going to want to see proof.

I say it works fine. It kills Wraith.
What more do you want?

You're suggesting
we keep the formula as is,

and find a way of exposing them
involuntarily.

Why not?

Get rid of the Wraith once and for all.
The IOA would approved that.

The problem is in
the delivery systems.

We just went down this road
with Beckett's retrovirus.

And even if we do succeed
in weaponizing the treatment,

it is unlikely that we would
wipe out the Wraith entirely.

At best, we would weaken them.

- I don't have a problem with that.
- On the other hand,

if we do succeed in eliminating
their need to feed,

we might be able convince them
to take the treatment willingly.

Either way, whether it's perfecting
the formula as a treatment or a w*apon,

we need to gather as much information
as we possibly can,

which brings me back
to the same conclusion...

We need to go back up there.

This time,
have Dr. Keller accompany you,

as well as Major Lorne's team
and another unit of Marines.

Are you still not sure
if it's a trap?

Let's just say
I've learned to exercise

an abundance of caution
when dealing with Todd.

All right.

My men have established a perimeter.
They'll be checking in every hour.

I know! I know!
Power fluctuations.

Look, it's like I said, some of the
ship's systems are acting up a little.

- Well, get it fixed.
- Yeah, give me a few minutes.

Major Lorne,
this is Lieutenant Williams.

Go ahead.

Sir, you wanted us to report
anything unusual?

That's right, Lieutenant.
What do you got?

Well, Sir, I was standing watch,
and I heard a noise, and...

The wall is melting.

Sorry? Come again?

Wait a minute...
I think it stopped.

Stand by.

Williams, come in.

Lieutenant, please respond.

How you doing?

That good?

I don't know, I mean, I...

I guess I'm making progress.

- I found out what was k*lling them.
- You did?

The treatment worked exactly
like it was supposed to...

It eliminated their feeding hands,
it activated their digestive systems,

just like it did in the simulation,

but, unfortunately, it also created

a virulent cancer-like disease
at the same time that it was weakening

their immune systems.
That's what k*lled them.

Well, is there anything
you can do about it?

I don't know. Maybe.
It's possible.

What?

I just feel like
I'm in over my head.

What are you talking about?

I look at you, and Colonel Sheppard,
the rest of the team...

You guys are so used
to making decisions

that affect the lives of thousands,

and even millions of people.

I'm not so used to having the fate
of the galaxy hang in the balance.

Oh, that. You get used to it.
Helps to have a massive ego.

Look, I don't know much
about Wraith physiology,

but I know you.

And if anyone can make this work,
you can.

Well... This is
his last known position.

Colonel! We got something over here!

Hasn't been fired.

Should I call up for some more personnel
to help track him down?

No, I got a better idea. Rodney?

Are the ship's schematics loaded
into the life-signs detector?

- I did it when we first got here. Why?
- Well, we're gonna need 'em.

- Anything?
- No, it's just us.

Ronon, Teyla, anything on your end?

I'm afraid not, Colonel.

All right.
Stay in touch.

What the hell is this?

It's supposed to be
an open corridor.

- Let me see.
- Here.

Rodney?

This schematic you gave us
is a piece of crap.

- What are you talking about?
- A dead end that's not on the map.

That's impossible!

- Look, I'm staring at it right now.
- Look, I don't know what to tell you.

I pulled that schematic directly
from the ship's database.

Great.
We have to double back.

Colonel Sheppard,
this is Teyla, please respond.

- Go ahead.
- We found Lieutenant Williams.

I'm afraid he's dead.

- What happened?
- He was att*cked.

By who?

I don't know,

but whatever it was,
it tried to eat him.

You mean feed on him?

No. I mean eat him.
With teeth, like an animal.

What?

All right... Radio back, try to get
somebody to pick up the body.

In the meantime, we're gonna have
to figure out who the hell...

Hang on. We got something.

Move back to our position.

Sir?

In here.

Another dead end.

Well, this doesn't make any sense.
The signal's right on top of us.

Is everybody okay?

- Yeah. I think so.
- What the hell is that?

A Wraith soldier without the mask.

I didn't think
they ever took those things off.

No feeding hand, remember?
How else is he gonna eat?

Oh, great. So now we have
to contend with starving Wraith

who are just learning
to use their teeth?

This is my fault.
I'm the one that took away

the only practical feeding mechanism
they ever knew.

All right, look, I admit
that it's a little disturbing,

but it's not like they were
man's best friend before.

Just a different version
of the same thing.

- The question is, how did it get out?
- The power fluctuations.

They must be more widespread
than I thought.

So?

So, there must be
a safety protocol of some kind.

When there's an interruption
of the power, the pods shut down

- and release their occupant.
- But you stabilized it.

Right? I mean...
All the other pods are fine?

They might be.

I'm... I never actually figured out
what was wrong, so...

Is there any way to determine if any
of the other pods have been compromised?

Well, I don't know. Maybe.
I suppose we could go down and look.

I got a better idea.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Except I haven't finished
sorting through the relevant data.

- The IOA...
- The IOA can sue me. Let's go.

- What?
- I know this is the way,

because we came by here this morning,
but this looks different.

You're probably imagining it.

Or not.

Where did that wall come from?
It wasn't there.

- How's that possible?
- I don't know!

We need to figure out
another way out of here.

Okay... It looks like
if we go back the way we came a bit,

we should hook up with another corridor
that loops around the other side.

- Lead the way.
- All right, well...

All right, this is it.

Through here, about a hundred meters,
and we are there.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, this... This is not good.
- You're telling me?

The dart bay's on the other side.
This is the only way out of here.

You wanna tell me how a giant hole

magically appears
in the middle of a ship?

- Actually, I have a theory about that.
- You do?

Look, these glitches
we've been experiencing,

they ain't confined to power regulation.
They're in every major system.

I wouldn't call 'em "glitches."
This is a major renovation.

I know, but think about it.

The Wraith ships are basically
organic, right?

I mean, they're capable of
self-regeneration when they're damaged,

but not just the hull.

The same systems regulate
internal structure as well,

so if those systems are malfunctioning
along with the others...

You think the ship
is repairing itself incorrectly?

Not repairing
so much as reconfiguring.

Look, before he was k*lled,
Williams said he saw the wall melt.

We've experienced it, dead ends
when there's supposed to be corridors.

And this reconfiguration has completely
cut us off from the dart bay?

- From what I can tell, yes.
- Get on the line to Atlantis.

Have some Jumpers and combat engineers.
We need to get outta here.

Actually, I can't do that,
because the communications systems

are now completely offline.

- Rodney...
- Look, what do you want me to do?

If I knew what causing this,
I could do something about it,

but these malfunctions
are showing up everywhere.

I mean, they seem to be
entirely random!

- So we're stuck here?
- For the time being, yes.

I do have an idea.

- We revive Todd.
- What?

He knows about this ship. Maybe he can
help me figure out what's wrong.

You do remember the last Wraith
that came out ate one of our marines?

He was just a warrior drone.

We've long suspected
they spend the majority of their life

under the controlling mental
influence of the other Wraith.

It's not surprising
if you remove that influence

they revert to an animal state.

- But that shouldn't happen with Todd.
- Yeah, but you're forgetting one thing.

I haven't found a cure for the disease
that was k*lling them.

I mean, we take him out,
and he might not last long.

Well, that's the one thing
I like about the plan.

Oh, great!

Navigation's acting up. Whatever
we decide, we gotta do it quickly,

because I cannot stay ahead
of these malfunctions for much longer.

You sure about this?

How you feeling?

I did not think you would come.

What are friends for?

Your ship is malfunctioning.

We need you to fix it.

- You woke me for this?
- That's right.

We've got work to do.

You know, I did...
I tried that already.

Okay, all right. You know what?
You just go ahead.

Somebody woke up on the wrong side
of the pod this morning.

This makes no sense.

- The systems are behaving erratically.
- I've been trying to tell you that!

- What have you done to them?
- Nothing!

They've been acting screwy
since the moment we came on board!

Nothing's responding
the way it should.

It's almost as if...

What?

No, it's not possible.

What's not possible?

I believe I know
why the ship is malfunctioning.

The disease is in the ship?

It is the only explanation
that makes sense.

If you say so.

How is that even possible?

During the process of hibernation,

there is a continuous exchange of fluid
between Wraith and hive.

The disease must have been
transmitted in this manner.

Great. So we're flying around
in a giant tumor.

With no way off.

As time goes on
and the disease progresses,

more and more systems
will become affected...

Inertial dampeners,
life support, hull integrity...

Can we land it?

Landing a hive is a tricky proposition
in the best of circumstances.

Under these conditions,
I would not recommend it.

So, what do we do?

There is only one thing we can do.

- We must cure this disease.
- Wait a second.

I've barely scratched the surface
on what went wrong here.

I mean, it could take months
to analyze the data.

At the current level
of the ship's degradation,

I estimate we have four days
before it becomes uninhabitable.

Well, you better get to work.

How's it going, Rodney?

Aside from the fact
every time I fix something,

something else breaks, fine.

So we can expect
more of these power fluctuations?

- Likely. Probably gonna get worse.
- Then we've got a problem.

- The other Wraith.
- We can't afford to let them get out.

Well, I have been able to identify

that safety protocol
I was talking about.

I won't be able to override it,
but I'll make a few key alterations.

- Yeah? Like what?
- Well, I mean, the simplest thing to do

would be to make it so the pods
don't release the Wraith

when they shut down, but...

That would k*ll them.
Basically suffocate them.

Great. They're Wraith.

Are they? They've taken the treatment,
they no longer feed.

- Tell that to Lieutenant Williams.
- What about Todd?

If significant numbers of his crew
are k*lled, he will demand to know why.

Just another malfunction.
Do it.

All right.

You all right?

It will pass.

I'm sorry.

I never meant
for any of this to happen.

I honestly thought the treatment
would make things better for everyone.

What's funny?

I find it amusing,

human apologizing to Wraith.

You don't understand compassion.

You just view it
as a sign of weakness.

Isn't it?

No, not by a long sh*t.

I'm not sure Colonel Sheppard
would agree with you.

Colonel Sheppard's a soldier.
I'm a Doctor.

Ah, yes.

His job is to take lives,
and yours is to save them.

No, his job is also to save lives.

He just has
a different set of tools.

All right...

I've created a program
to override the safety protocol.

You sure you want me to do this?

- Go ahead.
- All right.

What is that?

It's one of the hibernation chambers.
It's not accepting the new commands.

No, it's no good.
I can't access it from here.

How many of them are in there?

It's one of the smaller chambers,
so a couple of dozen at the most.

We're gonna have to figure out
another way to deal with these guys.

Colonel...

Well, that's not a good sign.
Let's move.

Power fluctuations.

More of them could be out.

This is what I was afraid of.

We just figured out why you weren't able
to access the last chamber.

What? What is it?

We're too late. The pods are opened.

How many got out?

All of them.

Alright, we're gonna split into teams.
Divide each deck into four sections,

we're gonna sweep through,
starting from this position.

Don't take any chances.

sh**t anything that moves.
Everyone clear?

All right, let's move out.

It says here

you attempted to use Iratus DNA

in your treatment.

I thought using the pure DNA
of an Iratus bug

would help prevent the deterioration
of your Wraith abilities.

Got the idea from Michael,
if you can believe that,

but, unfortunately,
it didn't work, so...

What is it?

I have an idea.

- Colonel Sheppard, come in, please?
- This is Sheppard.

We need you to come down to the lab.
Todd needs to speak to you.

I'm a little busy right now.
Can it wait?

Apparently not.

Meet up with Teyla and Ramirez
till I get back.

- What's so damn important?
- He says there's a way to fix this.

Fix what?

- Cure the disease?
- Not cure it,

but undo it.

What are you talking about?

As you know, healthy Wraith have
an inherent ability

to heal themselves
of almost any ailment,

but this has not always been the case.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago,

there was
a treatment of last resort.

All right, spare me
the history lessons.

A terminally ill Wraith

could occasionally restore
himself to perfect health

if he allowed an Iratus "bug",
as you call them,

specifically a queen,
to feed on him.

And you're just
bringing this up now?

The process was abandoned long ago
because it is dangerous,

almost always resulting in the death
of the Wraith in question.

I only...

consider it now because...

it would appear that we are...

beyond hope.

Now, there is a planet

less than three days' journey
where we will find what we need.

We can barely keep this thing in orbit,
and you want to take it into hyperspace?

I can manage it.

Well, forget about it. We're gonna
come up with a solution right here.

- This is the only way to save my crew.
- Well, we're not leaving.

At least do me the courtesy
of being honest.

This is not about not you
not wanting

to risk a jump to hyperspace
on a damaged ship.

You do not want me to go
because I'll be restoring the lives

of hundreds of unhealthy Wraith,
including myself.

I got to admit,
that did cross my mind.

This disease is your responsibility.

If I had not agreed
to meet with you to discuss this...

innovation of yours,

my crew and I would not be
in this predicament!

Well, I might be feeling
a little more charitable

if you hadn't tried to k*ll
half my people

last time we decided
to trust each other!

You owe me this, Sheppard.

I don't owe you anything.

Get him out of here.

Well, I guess I can't
count on his help anymore.

- What was that?
- Sheppard, you're gonna wanna get up.

Keep working.

What the hell was that?

Looks like Todd's estimate of how long
the ship's gonna last is a little off.

- What are you talking about?
- Remember that hole? It's growing.

It begins to thr*at the hull integrity,
but that's not the biggest problem.

See that?

That is a line of structural weakness
right across the width of the hive.

If there's an expl*sive decompression,
this thing could be ripped in half.

This is Sheppard, all teams fall back.
Fall back immediately.

We're not finished with the Wraith.

Just leave 'em. The hull's failing.
Get the hell out of there.

You heard the man. Let's move!

Let's go!

Come on! Hurry up!

Are you all right?

Let's get the hell out of here.

What is it?

The door's jammed. Won't open.

Rodney, this is Teyla. We are stuck
behind a door that will not open.

- Can you help us?
- The controls are malfunctioning.

I can't seem to override them.
Just give me a minute.

We might not have a minute, Rodney.

Crap.

Uh, guys?
You need to get out of there now.

You hear me?
Get out of there now!

Sheppard! Come in! Please!

- Yeah, we're here.
- Oh, thank God.

- I take it the bulkhead held?
- Yeah, for now.

I was able to seal off
so we won't depressurize,

but you need to get down here...

What now?

The ship tearing itself apart
shifted our trajectory.

We're headed
straight for the planet!

What's our status?

I would say "screwed"
is an apt description.

- Are we going to burn up?
- No, we're gonna survive re-entry.

In fact, it'll slow us down a little,
but nowhere near enough.

- Can you get us over the water?
- Land, water, at that speed

- we're going to be vaporized on impact.
- We've got to do something.

- Like what?
- Think!

I don't know... Okay, right.

Forward maneuvering thrusters.
But they're not getting any power

because the propulsion conduits
have been ripped in half.

I may be able to reroute power to them
so they can slow our descent.

- All right, now you're talking.
- I haven't a clue how to do it!

Even if the systems were functioning,

it would take me hours
to create that kind of work-around.

All right, just keep working on it.

- Where the hell are you going?
- I'm gonna go get some help.

- Get up.
- You can't quite leave me be.

I don't have time to play games.

- You know what that shaking is?
- Oh, I can guess.

We've lost orbit.
We're entering the atmosphere,

which means in a few minutes,
we're gonna slam into that planet.

A quick death
will be a welcome reprieve.

I didn't think
you were such a quitter.

Look, you get this ship on the ground,
I'll take you to your bug planet.

And you expect me to believe that?

My word.

And my crew?

They're dead.

The ship sheared in two.
We lost the entire rear section.

If we'd gone to the planet,
none of this would have happened!

We would have never made it there,
you know it.

The hull was too damaged.

Now, I understand
you're pissed off about your crew,

but we're about to join 'em
unless somebody manages to slow us down,

so are you gonna help us out?

We're in the atmosphere.

Altitude 100,000 feet.

It is no use.
I cannot control it.

Move aside!

- You sure about this?
- What can he do? We're in a free fall.

I believe I can successfully create
a bypass that will deliver power

to the forward thrusters,
but it will take a few moments.

- You just take your time.
- Impact in 15 seconds.

Not if I can help it.
f*ring thrusters!

40,000 feet.
Still descending too fast.

- It's not enough!
- Instead of criticizing,

perhaps you could work
at getting me some more power!

I'm on it!

20,000 feet.

Angle the thrusters.
Try to get the ship level.

We can fly her across the water.

Trust me.
I've done this before.

- 10,000 feet.
- That's it.

That's all the power we've got.

2,000 feet!

This is it! We're about to lose
inertial dampeners!

They just hit the water.
I've got the coordinates.

Relay them to the rescue
Jumpers immediately.

Colonel.
Good to see you back on your feet.

- How's the rest of your team?
- You know, recovering.

We took quite a jolt
when we hit the water.

I can imagine.

You were lucky.

By the time Major Kersey

was able to blast his way
down to your position,

the hive, what remained of it,
was already half full of water.

It sank minutes
after they extracted you.

Wish I was awake to see that.

- How is he?
- Not well.

He hasn't responded
to any treatment.

I received your request.

And?

Forgive me if I'm wrong,

but weren't you the one
who wanted to destroy his ship?

Sounds vaguely familiar.

And now you want me
to go against protocol and let him go.

- Well, he is the reason we're alive.
- I realize that, Colonel.

He's also the reason
you were in danger,

not to mention
an incredible security risk.

All right, look,
he's probably gonna die anyway.

- And if he survives?
- He's gonna remember what we did.

Like it or not, he's our best ally
in the fight against the Wraith.

If we ever get around
to perfecting this gene therapy,

we're gonna need his help
to deploy it.

You realize this is the kind of decision
that could cost me my job.

Well, aren't they all?

I appreciate
your decision to let me go.

A deal's a deal.

I will remember this, John Sheppard.