All language subtitles for jhlçms01e25.The.Neutral.Zone

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 41986.0

We are awaiting the return
of Captain Picard

who was summoned
to Starbase 7-1 -8

for an emergency conference.

Meanwhile, our sensors
have been monitoring

an ancient capsule

floating in our vicinity, which
appears to be from Earth.

I wonder how it got out here.

At its present speed and heading
it will eventually enter

the Kazis binary system

and will certainly be destroyed.

I could attach a tractor beam
and adjust its heading.

I think not, Mr. Worf.

It's just a piece
of space debris.

If we hadn't been sitting here,
waiting for the Captain

we wouldn't have noticed it.

Let it be.

Let nature take its course.

How long until
Captain Picard returns?

The last communication

indicated it would
be several hours.

Commander

request permission to
investigate this vehicle.

Why, Data?

It's just a derelict.

It is a piece of history.

The opportunity to examine
such an ancient vehicle

does not come around

very often.

And, as you pointed out

we do have the time.

Very well.

Be prepared to beam back
before the Captain returns.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant Worf, go with him.

Aye, sir.

Minimal oxygen atmosphere.

An ancient solar generator--

still operating.

Commander, look at this.

The on-board computers
have ceased functioning.

I may be able to download
this old-style disk drive

back to the Enterprise.

Must be sealed.

Probably with age.

Ah, not necessary.

The seal has been broken

and the environment corrupted.

Here's another.

This one is empty.

Commander

Iook at this.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore
strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Were they frozen for
an extended journey?

If that were the purpose,
there would be evidence

of a more sophisticated
monitoring system.

These containers were designed
solely for refrigeration.

The Captain's shuttle

is approaching
the main Shuttle Bay, sir.

Enterprise,
this is the Captain.

Number One,
I want to get underway

as soon as the shuttle
is secure.

Aye, sir.

We'll make all preparations.

Commander Data--

return to the Enterprise,
immediately.

We have run into
an unusual situation, sir.

There are people on board--

frozen.

Frozen? How many?

Three.

The vehicle has suffered
severe damage.

Most of her systems have failed.

Are you suggesting they be
transferred to the Enterprise?

I do not believe we should
leave them here, sir.

With your permission

we will be returning
with three containers.

Whatever you do, do it quickly.

Mr. La Forge, set course
zero-five-eight

mark one-seven-three.

Laying it in, sir.

Number One,
I want a staff meeting

on the Observation Deck.

Captain

those coordinates will take us

right into the Neutral Zone.

That is correct, Mr. La Forge.

Warp factor eight.

Aye, sir. Warp eight.

Engage.

Two Federation outposts
in sector three-zero

have been destroyed.

There's been no communication

with Federation starbases
in sector three-one

since Stardate 41903.2

Romulans.

That's the assumption.

There's been no direct contact
with the Romulans

since the Tomed incident.

The questions are: why now?

What's their objective?

For 50 years, there's barely
a whisper out of them

and now, for no apparent reason

they seem to be back
with a roar.

Everything we know about them
is based on rumor

or conjecture.

The strategic decision

is to send one ship.

The Enterprise.

We could get out there
and find ourselves

greatly overmatched.

True enough.

It's a gamble.

This first encounter--

coming so suddenly
after all this time--

we have to assume it's a setup.

If force is necessary,
we will use it

but that will mean
we have failed.

Our goal here is to establish
some kind of relations

with the Romulans.

If we don't succeed

then, to convince them
of our resolve.

The general feeling at Starfleet
is that they are seeking

confrontation.

They may want

to test themselves in battle

against a Federation starship.

See how far we have advanced.

If that is the case,
then I need to know it.

Counselor, I shall need
a full profile on them.

There is limited information

but I will

prepare something.

Computer, estimated time
of arrival at the Neutral Zone?

19 hours, 28 minutes.

Let's reassemble in six hours.

Stay sharp, no surprises.

I would rather outthink them
than outfight them.

Questions?

What is it, Doctor?

It's the people
from the capsule.

Capsule? People?
What people?

The people
Data beamed over.

I wasn't aware that he had.

Well, he did

and they were frozen.

I thawed them.

You what?

Well, I didn't know
what else to do.

The crypts
in which they were frozen

were literally falling apart.

So, what's their condition?

Right now, they're all sleeping.

Each of them needed
minor medical attention.

Minor now

but, then, their conditions
were obviously terminal.

One had a heart problem

another, an advance
case of emphysema

with extensive liver damage.

You know, the most surprising
thing of all

is that each of them had been
frozen after they died.

After they died?

Cryonics.

It was a kind of fad
in the late 20th century.

People feared dying.

It terrified them.

So, at the moment of death

they would be frozen

so that later,
sometime in the future

presumably, when medical science
had found a cure

for whatever killed them--

they could be
thawed back to life, healed

and sent on
about their business.

Well, in the case of this group,
it apparently worked.

Mr. Data, will you report
to Sick Bay...

...immediately.

Look, I am never critical

of any member of my staff
being curious, but...

it's just that
the timing is so...

I could not
leave them there, Captain.

The condition of their vehicle
was deteriorating.

But, Data,
they were already dead.

I mean, what more could have
happened to them?

I see your point, Captain

but, at the time, it seemed
the proper thing to do.

Well, they're alive now.

We're going to have to treat
them as living human beings.

Alive and well and ready
to be awakened.

Look, before you wake them up

I want to have security here.

Lieutenant Worf,
report to Sick Bay.

I have them sedated now

but they should be
up and about

as soon as possible.

Well, then we have
no other choice.

None that I can see.

Welcome to the 24th century.

I was able to retrieve
some information

from the ancient disk I removed
from the module's computer.

Her name is Clare Raymond--

age 35

occupation, homemaker.

Must be some kind
of construction work.

She died of an embolism.

It probably happened
very suddenly.

Otherwise, her physical
condition was excellent.

His name is Ralph Offenhouse--

age, 55;
occupation, financier.

Advanced cardiomyopathy.

Inoperable at the time

but easily correctable now.

He must have known
his condition was terminal

for quite some time.

Much of his file, we
could not retrieve.

His name is
L.Q. Sonny Clemonds.

Apparently, his occupation
had something to do with music.

There was marked deterioration
in every system of his body.

Probably from massive
chemical abuse.

Unbelievable.

Sounds like someone
who hated life

yet he had himself
frozen, presumably

so he could go
through it all again.

Too afraid to live,
too scared to die.

Well, Doctor, this
seems to be a situation

more suited to your talents.

I'll leave it with you.

I'll be on the Bridge.

Number One, kindly
take charge of our guests

until we have time to decide

what we are going
to do with them.

Aye, sir.

And, Number One--

keep them out of my way.

I know this is all
very confusing to you

so I'll attempt to explain.

You are on
the starship USS Enterprise

American?

No, it's a vessel

of the United Federation
of Planets

and Earth is a member.

Uh, what year is this?

By your calendar--

2364.

What?

My heart, is it...

It's perfectly fine.

In fact, all of you
are now in excellent health.

It worked.

I made it.

What is that?

An android.

You mean a robot?

Actually, there is
a distinct difference

between an android and a robot.

And him-- the one
I saw before with the head?

She means Worf.

He's a Klingon.

That takes a little more
explanation.

Now, listen, guys.

I paid some idiot
a lot of money

to freeze me

when I died

and I just got to hear
the words.

Am I alive?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

And the liver that was
about to explode in my face?

Perfectly sound.

Excuse me.

Could someone please tell me
what's going on here?

About 370 years ago,
you died of a massive embolism.

I don't remember anything
about that.

You and the others were frozen.

Cryonics-- you know, it's freeze
you now and heal you later.

Yeah, I've heard of it.

I just never gave it
much thought.

How did we get here?

You were in a space module.

The whacko that sold
me this scam said

that by putting us in orbit

there wasn't going to be
no chance of a brownout.

Yes, several cryonics companies
fell into disrepute

because of power failures

which adversely affected
their refrigeration system.

Their stocks were
severely depressed.

The whole deal was a long shot

but, I figured, what the hell

might as well
give them the dough

instead of leaving it
to my ex-wives.

But, you know, son,
I just figured

it was all a bunch of hooey.

"Hooey?"

Ah, as in hogwash,
malarkey, jive--

an intentional fabrication.

There you go.

Now you got it.

Now, if you didn't contract
for this, who did?

It must have been
my husband, Donald.

If it was new and foolish,
he would have popped for it.

Well, I'll say this for it--

it's the first thing he's
ever bought into that worked.

I, for one, never had a doubt.

My stock in this company

must have split at least
a dozen times by now.

Actually, the process
of cryonics

was never more than a fad

and did not continue much
beyond the mid-21st century.

Uh-huh.

I need to make a phone call
as soon as possible.

A phone call?

Yes, I have provided
for myself.

I have a substantial portfolio.

It's critical
that I check on it.

Let the bank know
that I'm alive and well.

Uh, that's going to be a little
difficult right at the moment.

Well, do you at least have a
copy of the Wall Street Journal?

I think we should take
the Doctor's advice.

Take this very slowly
until we've all adjusted.

And then we'll talk
to the Captain.

As you know, sir, there is
very little available

on the Romulans.

Counselor, anything
will be helpful.

They seem to be
creatures of extremes.

One moment, violent
beyond description

the next, tender.

They are related to Vulcans

but, as each race developed

their differences grew wider.

They're intensely curious.

Their belief in their own
superiority is beyond arrogance.

For some reason,
they have exhibited

a fascination with humans

and it is that fascination,
more than anything else

that has kept the peace.

One other thing,
they will not initiate anything.

They will wait for you
to commit yourself.

Counterpunches.

Thank you, Counselor.

That's quite valuable.

Talk.

I'd like me a thick
Kansas City steak

and some country-fried potatoes

and a mess of greens.

Oh, hell, just forget all that

and give me a martini
straight up with two olives...

for the vitamins.

Whoo.

Is something wrong?

Wrong?

Well, only that your computer
here

fixed about the best martini
I ever had.

I might just get
to like this place.

Let's see if the Braves are on.

How do you cut on this TV?

TV?

Yeah, the boob tube.

I'd like to see how the Braves
are doing after all this time.

Probably still finding
ways to lose.

I believe he means television,
sir.

That particular form
of entertainment

did not last much
beyond the year 2040.

Well, what do you guys do?

I mean, you don't drink
and you ain't got no TV.

Must be kind of boring,
ain't it?

Number One.

Riker here.

Would you and Mr. Data
report to the Bridge?

At once, sir.

Uh, with whom

were you speaking?

The Captain.

Good, would you tell him
that I would like to see him

as soon as it's convenient.

What's going to happen to us?

Do we stay here with you?

Do we go back to Earth?

That will all be
up to the Captain.

Well, get him in here.

I have to phone Geneva
right away

about my accounts.

Why, the interest alone

could be enough
to buy this ship.

The Yankee's right.

Let's get the big boy in here.

I'll pass along your request.

If you'll excuse us.

Duty calls--
hey, I understand.

Why don't you come back later
on, and you and me will find us

a couple low-mileage pit woffies

and help them build a memory.

What is to be done
with them, sir?

I don't know.

Commander--
"a low-mileage pit woffie"?

This time you've got me.

I haven't a clue.

They are the most unusual humans

I have ever encountered.

Well, from what I've
seen of our guests

there's not much to redeem them.

Makes one wonder how our species
survived the 21st century.

Report.

We are six hours
from the Neutral Zone.

I've been unable
to establish communications

with any Federation colony

or station in this vicinity.

How many outposts are
there in this sector?

Nine.

I think we should work

under the assumption
that they've all been destroyed.

By the Romulans?

It fits
their historical pattern.

Since we have had
no contact with the Romulans

for 53 years, seven
months, 18 days

we must consider that the
information we do have

is out of date.

The positive side of that is

that the information they have
about us is also out of date.

Captain, I think it's
that lack of information

that this is all about.

Go on.

In my opinion, the Romulans
want a confrontation

specifically with us.

The Enterprise?

Well, not by name,
but the Federation.

They know that the Federation
will send their best.

That will give them
a perfect chance

to see firsthand
how far we've advanced

both in technology
and technique.

What are you recommending?

I'm not sure I have
a specific recommendation.

Perhaps, we should
assume the initiative.

I agree with Commander Riker.

This may be
our only opportunity.

We should seize it.

Mr. Data?

The strategy is built
on a single premise--

the hostile intent
of the Romulans.

If the premise is sound,
so is the proposal.

If their intention isn't hostile

what is it?

Captain Picard!

This is Captain Picard.

To whom am I speaking?

Ralph Offenhouse.

I need to talk to you.

What is going on here,
Number One?

Did you give him permission

to contact me?

Of course not, he must have
seen me use the com panel.

Ah, listen, Mr., um, Offenhouse

we're in a very important
conference right now.

I'm sick and tired

of being put off
by you and your staff.

This is the worst run ship
I have ever been on.

You should take some lessons
from the Q.E. Il.

Now that's
an efficient operation.

Data, identify.

What is a "Q.E. Il"?

It was a passenger liner

which mostly traveled
Earth's Atlantic Ocean

during the late 20th
and early 21st centuries.

He's comparing the Enterprise
to a cruise ship?

Captain Picard,
I demand that you see me!

I think I have been
very, very patient.

I demand a phone or a radio
or whatever else you have

but frankly, enough is enough.

Especially
under the circumstances

and considering what I paid
for this procedure.

I must make contact
with my law...

I'm Captain Picard.

Excellent.

Now maybe we'll be able

to get some things
straightened out.

We may indeed.

Those com panels are for
official ship business.

Well, if they're so important

why don't they need
an executive key?

Aboard a starship vessel,
that is not necessary.

We are all capable

of exercising self-discipline.

Now, you will refrain
from using them.

Now, just a minute.

We are in a very serious

and potentially
dangerous situation.

I'm sure whatever it is
seems very important to you

but my situation
is far more critical.

I don't think you are aware
of your situation

or of how much time has passed.

Believe me, I am fully cognizant
of where I am and when.

It is simply
that I have more to protect

than a man in your position
could possibly imagine.

No offense meant,
but a military career

has never been considered
to be upwardly mobile.

I must contact my lawyer.

Your lawyer has been dead
for centuries.

Yes, of course I know that

but he was a full partner
in a very important firm.

Rest assured, that firm
is still operating.

That's what all this is about.

A lot has changed
in the past 300 years.

People are no longer obsessed
with the accumulation of things.

We've eliminated hunger, want,
the need for possessions.

We've grown out of our infancy.

You've got it all wrong.

It has never been
about possessions--

it's about power.

Power to do what?

To control your life,
your destiny.

That kind of control
is an illusion.

Really?

I'm here, aren't l?

I should be dead

but I'm not.

What is it?

I don't know, it just started,
and it won't stop.

I keep thinking about my boys.

Counselor Troi, will you
report to the guest lounge?

Captain, we are approaching
Science Station Delta Zero-Five.

Slow to half-impulse.

I'm on my way.

Captain, I need to see

that pretty little doctor
of yours.

I'll inform her.

Captain, I didn't mean
to come on so strong.

It's just that I've
built my whole life

on knowing what's going on

and for the first time,
I feel...

completely out of touch.

It's, uh, making me crazy.

You can understand that?

It's the first thing you've
said I do understand.

I'll see what I can do.

And please stay
off the com panels.

Counselor, will you get
those people under control.

We cannot afford this
continuing distraction.

Yes, sir.

Hello.

My name's Deanna.

They sent you here
to settle me down?

I'm the Ship's
Counselor.

I thought you
might want to talk.

The local shrink?

I'm sorry,
I'm not familiar

with that term.

It doesn't matter.

You're feeling profoundly sad.

I can't stop crying.

I miss my sons.

And then I think, "I'm here,
but they're gone."

Donald--
that's my husband--

I love that man

but, good intentions aside,
he'd mess up a free lunch.

Why on Earth he ever
decided to do this.

He must have thought
you would have wanted it.

No, I can tell you
exactly what happened.

He couldn't think
about going on alone.

I died, and he
couldn't face it, so...

he figured he'd
have me frozen

and then, in his mind,
I wasn't really gone.

Sounds crazy

but you'd have to know Donald.

I wish I knew what happened
to my children.

Did they get married?

Did they have kids?

Let's see if we can find out.

Computer, this
is Counselor Troi.

Request personal history on...

What are their names?

Tommy-- he's eight
and Eddie's five.

Full names, date
and place of birth.

Um, they were born
in Secaucus.

That's in Jersey.

Can this really work?

Can this tell me

what's happened to them?

Well, there must be a record
somewhere.

There's a good chance
we can find it.

Well, whether we do or not,
I want to thank you...

for trying.

Date of birth--

Tommy was born February 17.

Well, I just got to have

a little something to jump-start
the morning

and a little something else
to shut down the night.

You have no medical need.

Well, it ain't a matter
of "need" darling.

It's a matter of survival.

Sorry.

Not to worry.

Ol' Wade Toss'll scuffle
along the best way he can.

How do I get hold of that fella
with the strange-looking face?

I beg your pardon.

What's his name--
that, uh, android fella.

You mean

Lieutenant Commander Data?

That's the one.

I'll let him know
you're looking for him.

Much obliged.

You know, you just
about the prettiest

Iittle ol' doctor I ever seen.

Much obliged.

This is amazing.

It's all right here.

Ten generations of your progeny.

Everyone I've ever known
is dead.

Do you mind?

I'd like to be alone.

No, not at all.

You asked to see me?

Hey, look, I'm about to go out
of my mind for something to do.

I mean, sitting here
alone just don't get it.

Now, what say you
and I put together

a little party.

A celebration?

No, nothing that fancy.

Just some folks, some
suds and some sounds.

Why, hell, it ain't nothing
but something to do.

I will speak to the Captain.

Great, you do that.

Inquiry.

You do not seem to be having
as much difficulty adjusting

to your current circumstances
as the others.

You mean being here
on this tub

400 years from where I started?

Oh, heck, it's the same dance,
it's just a different tune.

You think anybody here's got
a guitar I could borrow?

No, but the computer can
replicate such an instrument.

I was kind of hoping to get one

while I still
remembered the chords.

Commander Data, we are
approaching the Neutral Zone.

Report to the Bridge.

I must leave now.

What's this "neutral zone"?

It is a buffer
between the Romulan Empire

and the Federation.

Why does that make me nervous?

I do not know.

Well, we won't be inviting

these Romulans
to our party, will we?

No, that would
not be... appropriate.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We have arrived at the edge
of the Neutral Zone

where we will now have
an opportunity

to learn firsthand what happened

to our distant outposts.

Captain, there is nothing left

of Outpost Delta Zero-Five.

Must have been one hell
of an explosion.

Sensors indicate no evidence
of conventional attack.

Can you determine
what happened?

The outpost was not
just destroyed.

It is as though
some great force

just scooped it off
the face of the planet.

Could it have been
a natural phenomenon?

Insufficient information, sir.

Mr. La Forge.

Sir?

Set course for the next
closest station.

Aye, sir.

I have spent my entire career
being able to tell

when the other guy's mouth
is dry.

There is something
going on here.

Something serious.

The tension level

on this ship has jumped up.

Well, even if you're right

what can we do about it?

And besides, these ol' boys here
don't need us

tellin' 'em where the bear sits.

Look here what that

young fella made for me.

How did he do that?

He called it
a pattern replication.

It plays real good, too.

I am trying to tell you that
there is a situation developing

on this vessel
that directly affects us

and all you can talk about
is that stupid guitar.

Hey, now these folks don't need
us swimming in their soup.

So, why don't you just relax
and let them do their jobs?

Well, that may be
all right for you

but I am not willing
to allow my fate

to be decided by others.

I, at least, want to know
what is going on.

We are approaching Tarod Nine.

The condition is identical,
Captain.

Everyone and everything is gone.

Captain

I strongly recommend
that we go to red alert.

If the Romulans have improved
their cloaking device--

and we'd be fools
to believe they haven't--

we should assume
a more defensive posture.

I agree, Captain.

I recommend we go
immediately to battle stations.

I appreciate
your advice and concern

but this is not the time
for rash actions.

We are still investigating.

There are three other stations
in this sector we have to visit.

Let's proceed in a calm
and orderly manner.

If not battle stations,
may we at least take the ship

to yellow alert?

Yes, Number One,
that would be prudent.

Make it so.

All decks, yellow alert.

Um... Iet's see, uh...

I want to go to the, uh...

to the, um...

Where would the Captain be?

Captain Picard is located
on the Main Bridge.

Well then, take me
to the Main Bridge.

Captain, my sensors
indicate a disturbance.

It is large and moving, but l
cannot get a positive lock.

Nor can I get it
on the viewscreen.

Shields up.

Aye, sir.

Captain, I recommend we transfer
all power to the phasers

and arm the photon torpedoes.

Wait, if that is a Romulan ship,
they will read our intent.

It will force them into taking
up a similar posture.

We don't want
to engage in battle.

Captain, this is
sufficient evidence.

Outposts have been destroyed.

Countless lives have been lost.

I have a positive lock.

They're disengaging
their cloaking device.

They'll only be vulnerable
for an instant

as they become visible.

Captain, this may be
our only chance.

No.

Where are they?

The signal is weakening.

I've lost them.

Damn.

Mr. Data, your sensors
picking up anything?

You should be
detecting a disturbance.

Negative, sir.

We wanted to know if they had
improved the cloaking device.

Guess we have our answer.

They were trying to determine
our intent.

They wanted to see
if we would fire.

Who the hell are "they?"

Get that man off
the Bridge now.

I'm not going anywhere.

Captain!

They're back.

Amazing.

I never thought I'd see
a Romulan vessel.

Not this close.

The last time we
encountered them

was decades ago.

It cost thousands of lives.

I can believe that.

Stay calm, everyone.

Open hailing frequencies.

Captain, these are Romulans.

They are without honor.

They killed my parents
in an attack on Khitomer

when they were supposed
to be our allies.

They believe humans and Klingons
are a waste of skin.

Lieutenant, control
your emotions.

Please open
hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open.

Romulan vessel, this is
Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the USS Enterprise.

Sensors indicate all
of their systems are armed, sir.

But they have not fired.

I am Commander Tebok.

Commander, you have crossed
the Neutral Zone.

This is Federation territory.

It was necessary.

It might be viewed
as an act of aggression.

If our intent
were aggression

you would not be here now.

If we go to war

Iet us be sure it is
for the right reason.

We are here
because our outposts

which border on the Neutral Zone

were also attacked.

Destroyed in the exact
same manner as your own.

Even so, what gives them
the right

to enter Federation space?

Silence your dog, Captain.

Lieutenant Worf's question
is valid.

To even ask such a question

implies that we need permission.

We do not.

Do you think that we attacked
your outposts?

Once we realized
the level of destruction

we knew it could not
have been you.

Who is responsible?

They haven't got a clue.

They're hoping you know

but they're too arrogant to ask.

You're out of line, mister.

Yes, but it's
a correct assessment.

We do not know

who is responsible.

Why entire outposts
on both sides

have been carried off.

I would like
to offer a proposal.

An alliance?

Between the Romulans
and the Federation?

Nothing so grandiose.

Just this... cooperation.

There was an intent here.

Whoever or whatever did this

is more powerful
than either of us.

Let's collaborate.

Let's share whatever we learn
about what has happened here.

Agreed, on this one issue

and only if it is convenient

and appropriate at the time.

Captain Picard

because your actions

are those of a thoughtful man

I'll tell you this.

Matters more urgent
caused our absence.

Now, witness the result.

Outposts destroyed

expansion of the Federation
everywhere.

Yes, we have indeed
been negligent, Captain

but no more.

Commander, we have made
some progress here.

Let's not ruin it
with unnecessary posturing.

Your presence is not wanted.

Do you understand
my meaning, Captain?

We are back.

I think our lives just became
a lot more complicated.

Get him off my Bridge.