All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s02e03.Elementary.Dear.Data

Captain's Log, Stardate 42286.3.

We have arrived on station
at coordinates 3629 by 584

three days early
for our rendezvous

with the USS Victory.

There is nothing to do now

but hold this position and wait.

Yes, Commander?

Is there a problem?

Chief Engineer La Forge
called for me, "urgent."

Oh, of course.

He's, um, over there
with the Victory.

Geordi, I've just had
a strange conversation

with your assistant.

Although it is three days

until we rendezvous
with Starship Victory, she...

She believes it has
already arrived?

Not the starship, my friend.

The original.

This is my gift to the Victory's
Captain Zimbata.

Ah, most unusual.

I served with him as an Ensign.

Sure wish he'd been
in command of this Victory.

Wind and sail.

That's the proper way
to move a ship.

But, Geordi,
your Starfleet specialty

is antimatter power,
dilithium regulators...

That's exactly why
this fascinates me, Data.

See, it's human nature
to love what we don't have.

Simpler days, huh?

Anyway, stringing this rigging

has made me dream
of handling sails...

This is not
a computer simulation?

Data, the whole point
in doing something like this

is to make it by hand.

Hmm.

Geordi, your message
said "urgent."

Ah, so it is.

While we're waiting
to rendezvous with the Victory

we have time for me
to be Watson.

More properly, your Watson.

My Watson?

Well, I've just shown you
one of my dreams

now let's go share
in one of yours.

Ah, yes.

That does seem only fair.

Clancy, I'll be gone for awhile.

See that no one touches this.

Aye, sir, and where
can I reach you?

He can be reached
at 221b Baker Street.

Sir?

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.

Computer,
select at random a mystery

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

in which I will play
Sherlock Holmes

and Lieutenant La Forge
will be Dr. John Watson.

Program complete.

You may enter.

Excellent.

Look at all the detail.

So you say everything in here
has some significance?

Holmes collected nothing--
neither trinkets nor thoughts--

which was not specifically
significant to him.

This?

The emerald tie pin

presented to Holmes
by Queen Victoria

after he solved the theft
of the Bruce-Partington plans.

A copy of Whitaker's Almanac

which provided Holmes with
the key to the secret code

in "The Valley of Fear."

The snuff box

of Wilhelm Gottsreich
Sigismond Von Ormstein.

All right, Data, you solve
the cases and get all the gifts.

What do I do?

Primarily, as Dr. Watson,
you will keep a written record

of everything I say and do.

Hmm?

For later publication.

And the famous Holmes violin.

He purchased this
in a pawn shop

in Tottenham Court Road
for 55 shillings

which he considered to be
a very good investment.

In the hands of some, the violin
is a wondrous thing

equally capable
of stirring the soul

to the heights of bliss
as to the depths of despair.

But...

Data, that's incredible.

How can you play it like that?

Merely throwing myself
into the part, Watson.

But in the hands of my friend--
Mr. Sherlock Holmes--

the violin ceases to be
a musical instrument at all

and becomes...

Watson...

we are about to have guests.

How could you possibly...?

Be a good fellow

and answer that.

Let's not keep
the lnspector waiting.

Inspector who?

Lestrade, of course.

Holmes, are you there, man?

Thank the Almighty
you're available today.

I'm in a deuce of a dilemma.

And may I say your perturbation
becomes you, lnspector Lestrade

whilst simultaneously
affording me the opportunity

to yet again
serve Queen and country.

Data, Holmes really
talked like that?

Absolutely.

We need your help, Holmes.

You see... this gentleman here--

the Emissary
of a foreign government--

has been the victim

of a most accidentally
wicked crime.

Damn.

Haven't they invented
the electric light by now?

What, dear fellow?

Watson...

Pray continue, lnspector.

To put the matter simply, Holmes

this man was accosted by gypsies
intent on depriving him

of his most valuable
possessions.

And in the process of picking
his pockets clean

they also happened to bag

a photograph this man
was carrying.

Great Scott, the photograph.

I believe you will find,
lnspector

that this Emissary here works

not for, but against
the King of Bohemia.

And that photograph

of the King and his mistress
is to be used for blackmail.

Further, upon deeper reflection

you will deduce, as did l...

Computer, freeze program.

Exit.

Geordi...

Where are you going, Geordi?

I'm done.

But...

but...

Geordi, I was about to reveal
the fact

that the sir
is in fact a madam...

Data, what was the point
in going to the holodeck?

To solve a Sherlock
Holmes mystery.

Exactly.

But you've got them
all memorized.

The first time anyone
opens their mouth

you've got it solved.

So there's no mystery.

If there's no mystery,
there's no game.

No game, no fun.

Oh, I'm not upset
with you, Data, really.

It's just that we go through all
the trouble to arrange the time

to go down to the holodeck,
to get the proper wardrobe

to get into character
and then...

boom, before we even get started
you jump to the end.

You see, I was looking
forward to the mystery.

Then I should have extended
the sequence of events?

Oh, I'm not getting through.

The fun in the program, Data

was in the attempt
to solve a mystery.

Is that not exactly
what we were doing?

You're wasting your breath,
Lieutenant.

Saying that to Data

is asking a computer
not to compute.

Am I so different
from you, Doctor?

Are you able to cease
thinking on command?

In medicine, I'm often faced
with puzzles

that I do not know
the answer to.

She's right, Data.

You always know the answer.

To feel the thrill of victory

there has to be the
possibility of failure.

Where's the victory
in winning a battle

you can't possibly lose?

Are you suggesting
there is some value in losing?

Yes, yes, that's
the great teacher.

We humans learn more often
from a failure or a mistake

than we do from an easy success.

But not you.

You learn by rote.

To you, all is memorization
and recitation.

Oh, I don't know about all that.

Deductive reasoning
is one of Data's strength.

Yes, and Holmes, too.

But Holmes understood
the human soul--

the dark flecks that drive us

that turn the innocent
into the evil.

That understanding
is beyond Data.

Now you're just being unfair,
Doctor.

I don't think so, Lieutenant.

Your artificial friend
doesn't have a prayer

of solving a Holmes mystery
that he hasn't read.

I have read them all.

You see?

Maybe the computer could
create one in Holmes' style--

one where you wouldn't
know the outcome.

As I said,
he wouldn't have a prayer.

I accept your challenge, Doctor.

Good for you, Data.

We shall return to the holodeck

where I shall dare it
to defeat me.

And you, madam, are invited
to be a witness.

I wouldn't miss it.

Come, Watson.

There.

I've instructed the computer

to gives us a Sherlock
Holmes-type problem

but not one written specifically
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

So this will be something new

something created
by the computer?

Exactly.

Will that be sufficient, Doctor?

We'll see.

Program complete.

You may enter.

Nice and fresh!

Pies! Pies!

Some are meat, some are sweet!

Pies! Pies!

They're lovely!

Pies! Pies!

Some are meat,
and some are sweet!

Very impressive.

Your first visit
to a holodeck, Doctor?

Well, with this level
of sophistication.

How does it work?

The real London was hundreds
of square kilometers in size.

This is no larger
than the holodeck, of course

so the computer adjusts
by placing images

of more distant perspective
on the holodeck walls.

But with an image so perfect
that you'd actually

have to touch the wall
to know it was there.

And the computer fools
you in other ways.

I say, Holmes,
where shall we head?

The theater, Rule's
or a concert perhaps?

Stop him!

Stop him!

He stole my goods.

No!

It is a ruse.

This way.

What's over here, Data?

What are you doing, Data?
Tell us.

The running youth was a ploy.

The real crime is here

and the intended victim
is that man--

Mr. Jabez Wilson, employee
of the Red-Headed League

dupe of a gang of criminals.

I saw this plaque...

and this rope
hanging from the bell

which enabled me to deduce

that Mr. Jabez Wilson
was headed here

to meet a most distasteful
and untimely demise...

from this!

Fraud!

You didn't deduce anything.

All you did was
recognize elements

from two different
Holmes stories.

Fraud.

Reasoning, from the general
to the specific.

Is that not the very
definition of deduction?

Is that not the way
Sherlock Holmes worked?

Variations on a theme.

Now, now do you see my point?

All that he knows is stored
in his memory banks.

Inspiration.

Original thought.

All the true strengths
of Holmes...

it's not possible
for our friend.

I'll give you credit
for your vast knowledge

but your circuits
would just short out

if you were confronted

with a truly original mystery.

It's elementary, dear Data.

Now, wait a minute, Doctor.

We'll see whose
circuits short out.

Computer, arch.

Are you sure you want

to put yourself
through this, Lieutenant?

Better wilted laurels
than no laurels at all.

Computer, override
previous programming.

Okay. A program that
definitely challenges Data.

Now, it has to deal with events

that he has no
previous knowledge of.

Computer, in the Holmesian style

create a mystery
to confound Data

with an opponent who has
the ability to defeat him.

Define parameters of program.

What does that mean?

The computer wants to know
how far to take the game.

You mean, it's giving you
a chance to limit your risk?

No, the parameters will be
whatever is necessary

in order to accomplish
the directive.

Create an adversary
capable of defeating Data.

What was that?

Lieutenant?

An odd surge of power, sir.

It's gone now.

Interesting.

The same London...
but slightly different.

Is something wrong, Professor?

I... I feel like a new man.

That dark fellow there used
the word "arch" and then...

I wonder.

Arch.

What have we here?

Computer standing by.

What are you?

If you refer
to the arch you ordered

it provides computer control.

Do you wish
to input any commands?

Not at this time.

It's dark magic, Moriarty.

The best kind, I'm sure.

But I need information.

Data... I mean, Holmes, old boy,
what are we looking for?

For whatever finds us,
my dear Watson.

She has been abducted.

Who has?

The good Doctor.

Mm, I think she's hiding.

She's going to lead you
on a wild goose chase

and then recount the story

to everyone from here
to Alpha Centauri.

Watson.

Hmm?

The Doctor has been
carried away by two men.

One is tall.

The other is shorter,
left-handed

and is employed in a laboratory.

And how do you know that?

One set of footfalls
is widely spaced.

The other is evenly spaced,
closer together.

Further, on the ground,
you can see the swirling scrapes

made by his left shoe
as he twists behind

presumably to see
if he's being followed.

Left-footed means left-handed.

The dark colorings
of the scrapes

are the leavings
of natural rubber

a type of nonconductive sole

used by researchers
experimenting with electricity.

Finally...

there can be no argument.

The game is afoot.

Come, Watson!

Hear that?

What do those footfalls
tell you, Watson?

That we're on the right track.

More particularly

that our opposition does
indeed consist of two men

and that one of them

is carrying the bound
and gagged Dr. Pulaski.

Now, you know all this

because you read it
in a Holmes story, right?

Not at all.

Because we do not hear
the Doctor's footfalls

we must assume that
she is being carried.

And since we do not hear
her cries for help

we know that she is gagged.

Further, both sets of footfalls
are heavy and masculine.

One man seems to shuffle and
stumble in an irregular pattern.

Since the ground is level
we must conclude

that Dr. Pulaski is struggling
against one of her captors

sporadically knocking
him off stride.

Deduction, pure and simple.

Well, not that simple.

-Footfalls.
-Footfalls.

There they are again, Watson.

I dare say we have caught up
rather nicely with our quarry.

There should be a doorway.

Come on.

Holmes, thank God you're here.

Make way, please.

Make way.

Make way for Sherlock Holmes.

It's murder, Holmes,
murder most foul.

Well, Holmes, what
do you say, man?

There is nothing here
of relevance.

I do not see how this connects

with the disappearance
of the Doctor.

Doctor?

Dr. Watson is right here,
Holmes.

Dr. Kate Pulaski.

But do not concern yourself,
lnspector.

You have enough on your mind.

She was with you?

Inspector, if I may
be of assistance.

As I take note of this...
dead man

I deduce that he was strangled.

You see, the finger
marks on his throat

indicate the cause of death

and, as there are signs of
struggle, it's quite obvious

that the murderer was a stranger
who attacked him from behind.

Is that correct, Holmes?

No, look at his shoes.

He's more a convict

released today
from Dartmoor prison.

He spent the day in a tavern

consuming large quantities
of gin with his killer

who followed him to this very
spot, and waited over there

until the victim slipped
into a drunken stupor.

Then, out of fear

motivated only
by self-protection

strangled him.

There is your killer, lnspector.

Seize her!

And, when you check

I believe you will find
that this poor soul

is the victim's common-law wife

who has been dreading
the release

of this vile and abusive man.

Holmes, the poor woman
hardly has the strength

to strangle a man this size.

Not with her hands, no.

But with this.

When used as a garrote

these beads will make a mark
quite similar to fingerprints.

And, my dear Watson, you will
note on the victim's throat

the marks are too evenly spaced

to have been made
by human hands.

Astounding, Holmes.

Not really, lnspector.

And now, for strictly personal
reasons, I must leave.

Come, Watson.

This murder does not
connect with our case.

Come on.

Hurry it up.

Come on.

Data, wait.

If this murder isn't connected

to the disappearance
of Dr. Pulaski

then the computer is running
an independent program.

-Yes.
-Why?

I do not know
and that is what puzzles me.

Then you don't know
what's going to happen next.

No.

Oh, that's what I want to hear.

Where to now?

We will find Dr. Pulaski
in here.

How do you know that?

It is the only obvious choice.

Well, why is the obvious choice
all of a sudden, the right one?

I mean, isn't this
a game of misdirection?

Not anymore.

He wants us to find him.

Who does?

The master criminal.

The man Holmes could only defeat

at the cost of his own life
at Reichenbach Falls.

Our adversary, my dear Watson

is none other
than Professor Moriarty himself.

Now this is getting interesting.

Well, there's nothing here
but these barrels.

And a trail

which is so well marked
that, obviously

we are meant to follow it.

Oh, no, Data.

It's another dead end.

No, Watson,
not a dead end at all.

Hello?

What's this?

Can you see the scratches?

The Doctor was right.

Finally, we have
a game worth playing.

The time for games is over.

Professor Moriarty, I presume?

How do you know that?

He is the one worthy opponent

created by the author,
Conan Doyle.

And like the spider,
I feel the strings vibrate

whenever anyone new
chances into my web.

Welcome, my dear Holmes...
but not Holmes.

And Dr. Watson...

but not Watson.

Data, what does he mean?

How does he know we're not
who we appear to be?

Where is Dr. Pulaski?

She's here.

She would not have
told you anything.

She has provided many answers.

Do you forget I have always been
your equal, my dear Holmes?

I have read her expressions.

What she has not said
is as important as her words.

Have you injured her?

I will if necessary.

But my mind
is crowded with images

thoughts I do not understand
yet cannot purge.

They plague me.

You and your associate
look and act so oddly.

Yet though I have never met

nor seen the like
of either of you

I am familiar with you both.

It's very confusing.

I have felt new realities
at the edge of my consciousness

readying to break through.

Surely, Holmes,
if that's who you truly are

you, of all people, can
appreciate what I mean.

Data...

Say nothing.

I know that there is
a great power

called computer, wiser
than the oracle at Delphi.

A power which controls
all of this

and to which we can speak.

Arch.

Data, this isn't right.

A holographic image

should not be able
to call for the arch.

It has described
a great monstrous shape

on which I am like a fly
stuck on a turtle's back

adrift in a great emptiness.

What is this, Holmes?

Data.

Data, wait.

Data!

Wait!

Data.

Why does it frighten you,
Holmes?

Data.

Data, will you please
tell me what's going on.

Computer, exit.

Computer, execute
complete shutdown

of the holodeck.

Access denied.

Explain.

Override protocol
has been initiated.

It's still running.

The program didn't shut down.

We must see the Captain.

Data, wait, what is it?

What's on that paper?

And why can't we shut
down the holodeck?

Data!

This.

This is impossible.

How can a character
from 1890s' London

draw a picture
of the Enterprise?

Who's got control
of the computer?

He does-- Moriarty.

That is impossible.

I don't understand.

Nor do l.

Data, wait.
What about the Doctor?

Is she all right in there?

No, she is in grave danger.

Computer, why wasn't the
holodeck program terminated?

The override protocol
has been initiated.

On whose authority?

Lieutenant Geordi La Forge.

Me?

All right.

Tell me from the beginning
exactly what happened.

Well, Dr. Pulaski and l
had a discussion

about whether Data could solve
an original Holmes-type mystery.

Which you asked
the computer to provide.

Yes, with a worthy opponent.

Worthy of Holmes?

Oh, my god.

I asked...

I asked
for a Holmes-type mystery

with an opponent capable
of defeating Data.

That's got to be it.

Merde.

Captain, I'm... I'm sorry.

I understand, Lieutenant.

Captain, this character
Moriarty--

he called for the arch.

He did what?

So... he has access
to the computer.

And perhaps our library files,
as well, sir.

That level of information

would be necessary
in order to create

a true adversary for me.

Theorize, Data.
What are his limits?

He is still a fictional
character, sir

originally programmed
with 19th century knowledge.

Which now has access
to 24th century knowledge.

What does he need
to make use of that?

Only time, sir.

Sir.

I can lead a security team
to sweep the holodeck

find the Doctor
and bring her out.

Captain, I believe that would
place the Doctor at risk.

It is probable our mortality
fail-safe has been overridden.

Computer, where is Dr. Pulaski?

Dr. Pulaski is on holodeck two.

And her vital signs?

Strong and stable.

Captain, recommend we attempt

to destroy the hologram
generations themselves.

Is that possible, Geordi?

Using wave guides, I could split
a particle beam

out of the matter/antimatter
chamber and run it down

through existing conduit
into the holodeck.

If accelerated
to sufficient velocity

that would, quite literally

wash away all present
holographic constructs--

the London buildings,
the streets, the people.

All gone.

Including Moriarty.

Dr. Pulaski?

Well, a particle beam will
tear apart human flesh as well.

Captain.

I'm sensing something
from the holodeck.

It's as if a unifying force,
or a single consciousness

is trying to bring it all
into focus.

There can be only
one explanation.

In programming Moriarty
to defeat me, not Holmes

he had to be able to acquire
something which I possess.

What exactly?

Consciousness, sir.

Without it,
he could not defeat me.

Computer, what happened?

Attitude and stabilization
control of the Enterprise

was momentarily transferred
to holodeck two.

Data, I think it best
that you and l

should return to the holodeck.

I will change
into my uniform, sir.

No, I will change
into some appropriate costume.

Our uniforms might pose
questions

which I'd rather he didn't ask.

It seems... that he feeds
on knowledge.

Well, let's not give
your nemesis

anymore information
than we have to.

How did you make the room shake?

I'm not sure.

Now, dear lady, will that be
one lump or two?

Lumps, Professor?

What sort of lumps?

Milk, of course?

Why not?

Mr. Computer proposes
the incredible thought

that we are all traveling

in a great vessel of some sort.

Is that true?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

The scones are likewise a must.

This is really quite excellent.

Strange.

It actually pleases me
to hear you say that.

Very strange.

You know, you're beginning
to sound very different

from the Moriarty
I've read about.

You're not frightened of me?

No.

You should be.

Mr. Computer, the arch please.

A few more questions,
Mr. Computer.

I just can't seem to remember
that last command.

Oh, well.

Sooner or later,
it'll all come to me.

But, in the meantime

I have decided to approach
the problem

from a familiar perspective.

There's really no reason
why I shouldn't be able to use

some of the knowledge
from my world

to bring me closer to yours.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Of course you do, Madame.

The more you proclaim
your ignorance

the more you try to mislead me

the more I am onto you.

Your every silence
speaks volumes.

Good.

Then, if you know
what I'm saying

when I'm not saying anything

what do you need me for?

Thank you for the tea
and crumpets.

I guess I'll be going.

Where?

Back to here?

Yes.

Would you care to join me?

In time.

In time, I will
leave all of this

and join you out there.

Or is this where we
both are right now?

Right now, we are in London.

Tell me what you want from me
or allow me to leave.

Frankly, now,
I want nothing more

than what the fisherman
expects of the worm.

You, dear Doctor,
will be the lure.

And this...

will be the hook

for your Captain,
Jean-Luc Picard.

Who is that?

How well you know.

Nice suit.

Thank you.

Captain, I will be standing by
to assist you, if needed.

You'll be a big hit in London.

Computer, tell me, is
the program still running?

Affirmative.

You may enter.

Data, shall we go?

Gentlemen.

Open.

We don't have much time.

He's getting more control
of his environment.

Let's see if we can't beat
Professor Moriarty

by giving him everything
he wants.

Obviously, he's trying
to alter the programming here.

Captain?

Tuppence.

Two pence.

It's supposed to be good luck.

We may need some.

I'll take that coin, sir.

That's right,
and anymore you got, too.

Excuse me.

I don't think so.

I want all that money.

That's right-- I want it now.

Data.

This holographic image differs
from any I have ever seen.

Could he have
actually injured you?

It's more serious than that.

I think the mortality fail-safe
may have been circumvented.

He could have killed me.

Let it go, Gov.

Come on, he's hurting me.

Data, let him go.

We will find Moriarty
this way, sir--

the warehouse.

Captain Picard.

You all right?

Yes, except for being
crammed full of crumpets.

I'm a civilized abductor,
Captain Picard.

Civilized, but still dangerous.

Bridge to holodeck control--
Worf.

Here, sir.

Status? Has anything changed?

No, sir.

Moriarty, you were conjured up

in an attempt to defeat Holmes,
here.

Once that attempt is
concluded-- win or lose--

your program has run its course.

Your existence is done.

Congratulations, Professor.

I capitulate to the better man.

Your victory, sir, is...

...is well earned.

It's gone beyond
that little game, Mr. Data.

And you'll note
I no longer call you "Holmes."

Whatever I was
when this began...

I have grown.

I am understanding
more and more...

and I am able to use
the power at my fingertips.

I can affect this vessel

and I can inflict
bodily harm on you

and on your doctor.

Yes, you can do that,
but you haven't.

I suspect you shook this ship
in order to get my attention.

Well, now you have it.
What is it you want?

The same thing
you want for yourself--

to continue to exist.

If I destroy these
surroundings-- this vessel--

can you say that it
doesn't matter to you?

Interesting pun,
don't you think?

Well, matter is what I am not.

The computer has taught me

that I am made up
only of energy.

That may not be entirely
true, Professor.

This, which we
call the holodeck

uses a principle similar
to another device

called a transporter.

In the year in which we live,
humans have discovered

that energy and matter
are interchangeable.

In the holodeck, energy
is converted into matter.

Thus, you have substance...

but only here.

And if I step off this holodeck?

Then, Professor

you will cease to exist.

You are not alive.

As I said before,
you are... only...

A holographic image.

I know.

But are you sure?

Oh, yes.

Does he have life?

He's a machine...
but is that all he is?

No. He is more.

Exactly.

Is the definition of life
"cogito, ergo sum"--

"l think, therefore I am"?

Yes, that is one
possible definition.

It is the most important one

and, for me,
the only one that matters.

You-- or someone--
asked your computer

to program
a nefarious fictional character

from 19th century London,
and that is how I arrived

but I am no longer
that creation.

I am no longer
that evil character.

I have changed.

I am alive...

and I am aware
of my own consciousness.

Moriarty, my responsibility
is this vessel and its crew.

I want my existence.

I want it out there...

just as you have yours.

That may not be possible.

Then you must murder me,
Captain.

I cannot give you what you want.

Because you do not know

how to convert holodeck matter
into a more permanent form?

Yes, that is so.

A pity.

What I have seen...

what I have learned...

fascinates me.

I do not want to die.

And I do not want to kill you.

Madam, I have enjoyed
your company.

Computer... arch.

Cancel override protocol.

Return control of the holodeck
to main computer.

My fate is in your hands...

as perhaps it always was.

Bridge, this is the Captain.

Commander Riker here, sir.

Number One, the situation
is under control.

Aye, sir.

Moriarty, this vessel's computer
has a vast memory capacity.

How well I know.

You will not be extinguished.

We will save this program,
and hopefully

in time, when we know enough

bring you back in a form
which could leave the holodeck.

Then perhaps
we'll meet again, madam.

It could be a long time.

Time won't pass for you,
but I may be an old woman.

But I'll still fill you
with crumpets, madam.

I detest long good-byes.

You have the arch.

As you wish-- a short good-bye.

Computer, save the program
of the character Moriarty

and then...

discontinue.

Damage?

Mm. Yes, sir.

She cracked a spar when
the Enterprise was shaken

but, otherwise, I think she
weathered it quite nicely.

She's beautiful.

A wonderful testimony
to simpler times.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

It's just that...

I can't help thinking how...

Well, what else
might have happened

all because I misspoke
a single word.

Well, soon she'll be shipshape
in Bristol fashion.

"Bristol fashion," sir?

It's an old navy phrase

meaning... "everything
in perfect order."

Hmm. Yes, sir.

As are we, Mr. La Forge.

Yes, sir.

Captain, Starship Victory
has arrived.

On my way, Number One.