All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s02e14.The.Icarus.Factor

Captain's Log, Stardate 42686.4.

We are en route
to Starbase Montgomery

for engineering consultations

prompted
by minor readout anomalies.

I would consider them
insignificant.

What if you're wrong?

Sorry.

But what if it is more
than a mere discrepancy?

Then I'd say we have a problem.

Agreed.

We will have Starbase Montgomery

give us an independent reading.

Even if the molecular level
controls have failed

we can still recrystalize
the dilithium

without outside help.

Don't worry, Data

my ego isn't at stake here.

Perhaps we can reprogram

the system to correct
the readout variables.

Well, that's certainly
another option

but as we are stopping
at Starbase Montgomery anyway

we'll let them do the analysis.

I don't recall
Starbase Montgomery

being on the mission itinerary.

I think we could all use
a 12-hour layover.

Besides, I've just received some
personnel transfer directives.

Priority matter.

Boarding or disembarking?

Captain Picard.

We're within hailing range
of Starbase Montgomery.

Go to half impulse power.

Uh, would you join me
in the observation lounge

when you're done?

Captain.

Number One, I've just
been recollecting

the arrival of a new First
Officer on board the Enterprise

and a manual docking,
confidently achieved.

Now, I may have been
somewhat miserly

in my congratulations then

so let me make up for it now.

The Captain of
the Starship Aries is retiring.

Congratulations.

You've been selected
as his replacement.

The Aries, she's
in the Vega-Omicron sector.

Mm-hmm, and they have
picked up indications

of an intelligent life-form

though nothing confirmed.

Obviously, Starfleet
will want to know more.

Well, that's why they're
asking for you--

not for your
military proficiency

but for your skill
as an explorer

and as a diplomat.

Vega-Omicron.

That'll take months at high warp
just to get there.

With no guarantee of finding
anything when you arrive.

Well, you have 12 hours
to think it over.

And, if it's not too premature

congratulations, Captain.

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.

Establish synchronous orbit.

Aye, sir.

Starbase Montgomery is sending
a civilian advisor on board

to brief you on
the Aries' mission.

Personal briefing?

Mm-hmm, a strategic attache

with a specialized knowledge
in the frontier regions.

I think you'll find
the briefing interesting.

I hope it's complete.

Much of my decision
will be based on it.

Commander Riker
to Transporter Room 3.

Enjoy.

Ensign.

Ah, you're right
on time, Commander.

He's on his way now.

Dad.

You're the civilian advisor,
the strategic attache?

I asked Captain Picard
to keep it quiet.

I didn't want to make you
nervous, excited.

It's been 15 years.

Excitement is hardly
the appropriate emotion.

You've done well.

First Officer on the Enterprise.

Quite a feather in your cap.

I've worked hard.

Of course.

I'm proud of you, son.

If you'll excuse me,
I've got my duties to attend to.

When you've settled in

we can complete our briefing.

Have Security arrange an escort
for this gentleman.

Aye, sir.

Worf, did you hear about
Commander Riker's promotion?

Yes.

He didn't know
his father was coming.

He was completely surprised.

So?

Can you imagine if
it was your father?

I never knew my father.

And I didn't have a father
long enough to know him...

It is a waste of time
to think of such things.

I wasn't thinking about it,
but everybody needs somebody.

Enough!

You know, Starbase Montgomery

really didn't have
to send me all this help

because I've already checked
the entire dilithium spectrum

for anomalous frequencies.

So you don't have to waste
your time on that.

Wes.

You okay?

I was just talking to Worf.

Yeah?

He's really eccentric
at times.

That's one word for it.

He was really upset.

I must have said
something wrong.

Maybe Worf's just not too
thrilled with the prospect

of losing Commander Riker
to a new assignment.

I know I'm not.

Neither am l

but, with Worf, it
was something else.

Something's really
bothering him.

Think so, huh?

Female?

No.

Career?

Career?

Family.

That is trouble.

You choose your enemies,
you choose your friends

but family--
that's in the stars.

So I've heard.

Kyle Riker.

Excuse me, ladies.

Great to see you.

Kyle.

Been a long time.

This is more than a surprise,
it's total shock.

You mean you didn't
bake me a cake?

You're actually here.

That makes two of us.

How about a drink?

How about a kiss?

They know each other.

No kidding.

Well, I know her, too,
but we don't do that.

You look wonderful.

And it has nothing to do

with Commander Riker's
new assignment?

No, his reaction was
just the opposite of mine--

completely unaffected.

See, Wes, with all that's going
on, maybe you're overreacting.

Really?

You try talking to Worf, Geordi.

I'm telling you,
he is not normal for Worf.

There is of course
a genetic predisposition

toward hostility
among all Klingons

but Worf has been
unusually out of sorts.

Come on, he's never
been much on charm.

Well, whatever's troubling him,
I think we should try to help.

He is our friend.

I, for one, want
to keep him friendly.

Suggestions?

Empirical study.

Monitor the subject.

Right. Watch the subject

for any signs
of unusual behavior.

That won't be difficult.

Within the norm of Klingon
patterns, of course.

Discretion will be required.

Agreed.

When do we start?

We will assist you
as needed.

You found the problem.

And you must solve it.

Thank you.

And, after working out the
Fuurinkazan battle strategies

at the Tokyo base

I was asked to come here
to work for Starfleet

as a technical advisor.

I'm surprised you stayed
out of action

as long as you did.

Will, please join us.

Your father and l
are just catching up.

You never told me you knew him.

Well, it wasn't
exactly a secret.

It just never really came up.

Sit down, son.

I'm ready for that briefing
whenever you are.

It's always a pleasure.

Good to see you, too, Graham.

You wouldn't be running
for mayor, would you?

Do pickup work
for the Federation long enough

and it'll happen to you, too.

I've thought about you a lot.

Kyle, I don't need to hear
what you don't need to say.

We could've been
great together.

Possibly.

Is it true you got married?

Again.

And again.

That makes you three for three,
doesn't it?

I'm not complaining.

Each was a good man and we're
all still good friends.

Like us?

Close, but different.

They were all a little more

in touch with themselves.

Ouch.

Face facts, Kyle.

You're crusty.

You have a reputation
for being hard as nails

and getting the job done

but, underneath it all,
you're not so bad.

Some of us even love you.

And then there's Will.

Then there's Will.

You know, Wesley should really
be doing this on his own.

But he needs his study time.

I can't believe
you fell for that.

I don't know, Data.

He looks perfectly
normal to me.

In solitude, there is nothing
to trigger unusual behavior.

Good point.

Let's not tamper
with the status quo.

But that would defeat
the opportunity

for our behavioral research.

In all probability,
he is simply lonely.

We can relieve his anxiety
through socialization.

Be my guest.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

You seem to have lost the will
to communicate with others.

You have friends here.

We...

we care about you.

Why, just recently, Geordi,
Wesley and I were saying...

With all due respect

be gone!

Sir.

He seems... quite sincere
in his desire for solitude.

Seeing is believing, huh?

Come in.

Worf.

May I have a moment, sir?

Of course.
What is it?

It is very difficult to say.

Words are not always
easy for me.

Is that Earth?

Yes, Alaska.

I was nine years old.

That is a fish you are holding.

And I didn't even catch it.

But it looks like you were...

Hooked it.

My father took the rod away.

He wouldn't let me reel it in.

He was afraid
that I would lose it.

You do not have good feelings
for your father?

No, l...

Well...

I'm not sure what I'm feeling.

What's on your mind?

You plan to leave
the Enterprise.

I've been offered

my own command.

I would like to join you.

I haven't accepted
the assignment yet.

But, sir, it could be
a dangerous mission.

There may be
the potential for combat.

That is not the purpose
of the mission.

Still, to die a true hero...

Worf.

You've made your point.

Then I know you will do
the right thing.

Finally, we're alone.

Maybe now we can talk.

I'm here for the briefing, sir.

All you need to know is here.

These mission details
could have been transmitted.

I've been hearing
some good things about you.

Then why haven't l
heard from you?

I know, keeping in touch
is not my strong suit.

It's a funny thing
about being a parent.

There aren't any tech manuals.

No quick readouts

to get you through
the next set of variables.

You just got to wing it
from day to day.

Will, when your mother died...

Excuse me.

I've got to study
this mission briefing.

Will.

I came to the Enterprise

because...

Look, considering where you
might be going, I wanted to...

I'm here with my hand out, son.

Poor guy.

Picked up the flu virus
at our last stop at Nasreldine.

Sounds nasty.

What's the therapy?

Tryptophan-lysine distillates

with a generous dose of PCS.

PCS?

Pulaski's chicken soup.

You haven't lost your touch,
have you?

I like to help.

When they hurt, I hurt.

Dr. Pulaski's greatest medical
skill is her empathy.

You must be
Commander Riker's father.

Yes, but how...

We've all heard about you

and I've felt certain things.

This is Deanna Troi,
Ship's Counselor.

Kyle Riker.

I thought you two should meet.

Deanna's job is to keep us

from deluding ourselves.

Let me guess-- Betazoid?

At your service.

I have some lab work to do.

If you'll excuse me.

Uh, why do I get the feeling
that this is a setup?

Because you're intelligent,
wise and quite correct.

Well, I've never been set up
better, that's for sure.

You're also very anxious
about something.

It's Will, isn't it?

You're not as close to him
as you'd like to be.

Oh, I don't know.

We both have pretty good taste
in women, wouldn't you say?

I'd like to help you, if I can.

If you'll let me.

Fine. What is it
you want from me?

I came here to bury
the hatchet with my son

only to find out that the ground
was frozen solid.

You don't seem to be
the kind to give up so easily.

I didn't say I was giving up.

It would just be nice to get
a little something from him.

What is it you want from him?

I don't know.

Acknowledgment maybe, or...

Respect is earned, not bestowed.

Respect?

I don't need that from him.

Perhaps you want him
to be proud of you.

You carry great pride
in his accomplishments.

Absolutely.

Look at him--

First Officer of the Enterprise.

Just been offered
his first command.

Yet, you covet his success.

Please.

He'd be lucky to have
the career I've had.

True, you are well-respected
in your field.

I may have something
of a reputation for excellence.

And false humility.

My guess is that Will
finds you pretty fascinating.

Candor seems to be
a trait he admires.

Honesty is the trait
he admires most.

And you should honestly consider

why you're so competitive
with your own son.

Competitive?

Maybe in the past.

But I've come here
to help Will prepare

for his first task as Captain.

Are you sure he'll accept
such a dangerous assignment?

He'll accept it just
because it is dangerous.

How can you be so sure?

Because I would.

And we aren't so different

Will and l.

Come in.

Ah, you've seen
your mission briefing.

Yes, I have.

Any questions?

No, other than a question
about the Aries' First Officer.

Of, yes, his name is Flaherty.

Yes.

The briefing mentioned
something

about an uncanny
linguistic skill.

That is an understatement,
Number One.

The last time I saw
Commander Flaherty

he spoke 40 languages.

As I recall,
among the more exotic

were Romulan, Klingon,
Giamon, Stroyerian.

He speaks 40 languages?

He has this unique ability

of instantaneously
interpreting and extrapolating

any verbal communication
that he hears.

You will find him very useful
in sector Vega-Omicron.

Yes, I'm sure I will.

Come in.

Oh, Captain Picard, at last.

I'd like to thank you for all
the help you've been to my son.

My only regret

is that your reunion
marks Will's farewell.

But he's ready
for this command.

Oh, yes.

I have no doubt.

Captain, may I have
a word with my son?

Yes, of course.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I won't be pushed
into this decision.

Oh, come on, Will.

Don't you think you're
ready for the Aries?

Starfleet does.

Of course, because you're
the best candidate for the job.

I only want you to know

I'm here if you need me.

I've been on my own
since I was 15.

I can take care of myself.

Please, spare me the pain
of your childhood.

I hung in for 13 years.

If that wasn't enough,
it's just too bad.

Data, what if l
missed something?

The ship's computer would've
corrected it immediately.

Yeah, but maybe my inputs
were incorrect.

Data, Geordi.

I figured out Worf's problem.

You spoke to him?

No, no.

I accessed the complete
Klingon Cultural Database.

It took me some time...

Okay, Wesley, slow down.

What is the problem?

It's the tenth anniversary
of Worf's Age of Ascension.

His what?

The Klingon Age of Ascension--

it's a ritual
of great significance.

A rite of initiation

marking the new level
of Klingon spiritual attainment.

And what is the significance

of the anniversary
of this event?

It's a day of celebration
and ritual

spent with one's
fellow Klingons.

Worf doesn't have
any Klingon friends.

We're his friends.

Right, but we don't practice

Klingon tradition
and we're not Klingons.

Worf is feeling culturally
and socially isolated.

So, what are you suggesting?

I mean, I'm not sure
I want to invite

a bunch of Klingons on board.

We can program
the ship's computer

to supply simulations
on the holodeck.

Holographic Klingons.

Sure. Why not?

We need only to program
the computer

with details of the
specific ceremony.

Now, the Cultural Database said

that the Klingon's family
must attend.

So, we're his family.

We'll go.

I just wonder what kind of party
the Klingons had in mind.

Have you got a minute?

Sure.

I wanted to apologize
for my remark in Ten-Forward.

Your personal life
is none of my business.

Even if it involves your father?

Even if it involves
my father.

Did he ever tell you
why he never remarried?

What woman would have
him with an ego like that?

I would have.

In a cold minute.

12 Years ago, Kyle Riker
was a civilian strategist

advising Starfleet in its
conflict with the Tholians.

The Starbase that he
was operating from

was attacked.

None of the base crew
was expected to live.

And they all died.

All except your father.

Your father alone
had the will to endure

to face the pain, to live.

I never knew
any of that about him.

I'd never seen a man fight
so hard in all my life.

And you fell in love?

Yes, and so did he.

But marriage was
out of the question.

He had other priorities.

His career.

You know, if I were you,
going out on the Aries

I'd jettison
the emotional baggage

you're still carrying around.

Now the Klingon
Cultural Database

was very specific
on the setting.

Now, let me guess.

20-piece orchestra,
magnificent ballroom

everyone in formal wear.

No, there was some unusual test
of inner strength involved.

That would entail the use
of Klingon "painstiks."

Painstiks?

Sounds lovely.

Enduring physical suffering

is considered a Klingon
spiritual test.

You mean, in order for Worf

to celebrate the anniversary
of this Ascension

he has to be hurt?

And we have to witness this?

We are his family.

Come.

Number One.

I'd be a fool to turn that
promotion down, wouldn't l?

I don't know.

And if you are asking me
what I think you should do

I don't know that either.

I can spell out for
you, albeit crudely

what you are choosing between.

As the First Officer
of the Enterprise

you have a position
of distinction, prestige

even glamour of a sort.

You are the second in command
of Starfleet's flagship

but, still, second in command.

Your promotion will transfer you

to a relatively
insignificant ship

in an obscure corner

of the galaxy.

But it will be your ship.

And being who you are

it will soon be vibrant
with your authority

your style, your vision.

You know...

there really is no substitute
for holding the reins.

I'll need a little more time
to make this decision.

Find anything yet?

Not yet.

There is nothing to find.

No harm in checking, I guess.

Really?

How would you like them to give

the transporter operation
a little once-over?

No problem.

We're totally shipshape.

You're missing the point.

It's just the idea that they
even suspect a malfunction.

If I were not a consummate
professional and an android

I would find this entire
procedure insulting.

Thanks, Data.

Chief, would you be able
to attend a little party

for Lieutenant Worf
at 1700 hours?

A party for Worf?

Sounds intriguing.

I'd be delighted.

It's a surprise.

My lips are sealed.

I didn't want to leave
without saying good-bye.

I don't like good-byes.

How about "until next time"?

How about until next time.

It's been a pleasure
working with you, Commander.

The feeling is mutual...

Counselor.

I'm supposed

to know how everyone feels

but I can't read you right now.

Perhaps your own feelings
are getting in the way.

My job is to help others
sort out their emotions.

My own feelings
are beside the point.

Not to me.

Our feelings are what
make us all human.

Are you feeling sad?

Yes, I am.

So am l.

I'm leaving at 2100 hours.

Can I have a minute?

I've practiced my best
Academy courtesy.

Now, it's time for you to go.

It's time for us to have a talk

so lower your shields.

I'm asking you to leave
or I'll...

Or you'll what?

You know, it's a shame there's
no anbo-jytsu ring nearby.

Really? There is.

Deck 12, the gymnasium.

We could clear the air
once and for all.

You're on.

Ah, scuttlebutt says
you wanted to see me.

That's right.

I thought I knew you, Kyle.

You do, as well as anyone.

Then what is this I hear about
an anbo-jytsu match with Will?

You've heard.

Haven't we grown

beyond the point
where we resolve our problems

with physical conflict?

I think you're overreacting.

I'm overreacting?

You're the one that's going out

to fight with his own son.

Don't think of it
as a fight, Kate.

Think of it
as more of a contest.

And suppose one of you
is injured?

I know where to find
a good doctor.

-Kate...
-Kyle.

Will and I have been
playing anbo-jytsu

ever since he was
eight years old

and he knows
how to take care of himself.

And so do l.

Don't take this personally

but Will is in his prime...

And I'm no spring chicken,
I know.

Don't worry.

He's never been able to beat me.

Computer, is this it?

Correct.

Klingon Rite of Ascension
chamber.

Is this really necessary?

If we want to get Worf
through his problem, it is.

Computer, please give us
Klingon personnel

appropriate to this event.

These images have been

specifically programmed
for Ascension Rites.

Cute bunch.

And they use those?

Those are Klingon painstiks.

I once saw one of them used

against a two-ton
Rectyne monopod.

Poor creature jumped five meters
at the slightest touch.

Finally died from excessive
cephalic pressures.

You mean...?

That's right.

The animal's head
exploded like...

I think that's enough,
Chief O'Brien.

I do not enjoy
riddles, Counselor.

You will enjoy this one.

I'm in no mood
for trifling or games.

Not today.

I know what an important
day this is for you.

The anniversary of
your Rite of Ascension.

You know about that?

All your friends on board do.

That is impossible.

It is a secret known
only to Klingons.

And certain

resourceful young Ensigns.

Wesley Crusher.

What does he know about it?

Just bear with me.

Where are we going?

The holodeck.

This is truly trying
my patience, Counselor.

I think you will approve.

You're not coming in?

No.

Open.

An Ascension ceremony.

Happy anniversary, Worf.

Shall we begin?

I am ready.

DaHjaj Suvwl'e'jlH.

tlgwlj Sa'angNlS.

Iw blQtlqDaq jljaH.

Today, I am a warrior.

I must show you my heart.

I travel the river of blood.

The true test
of Klingon strength

is to admit one's
most profound feelings

while under extreme duress.

jlbechrup may' vllos.

The battle is mine.

I crave only the blood
of the enemy.

HlHlvqa'.

The bile of the vanquished
flows over my hands.

may'pequ' moH.

Thank you.

Is Lieutenant Worf all right?

He's never been happier.

So it was a good ceremony?

Well, let's just say

that I was not about
to stay around for refreshments.

Klingon culture is
not in your taste?

I'm just glad

that humans have progressed

beyond the need
for barbaric display.

Have they?

Commander Riker and his father

are in the gymnasium
about to engage

in a barbarism of their own.

Don't remind me.

It's something of which
I do not approve.

In spite of human evolution

there are still some traits
that are endemic to gender.

You think that they're going

to knock each other's brains out
because they're men?

Human males are unique.

Fathers continue to regard
their sons as children

even into adulthood.

And sons continue to chafe
against what they perceive

as their fathers' expectations
of them.

It's almost as if they never
really grow up at all, isn't it?

Perhaps that's part
of their charm

and why we find them
so attractive.

Particularly men
like Commander Riker.

And his father.

I hope they don't injure
each other.

Anbo-jytsu, the ultimate
evolution in the martial arts.

I remember my early lessons.

You could never get used
to the sightless factor

or to losing.

True.

But I've had 15 years
to practice.

Well, let's see
if you've learned anything.

Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu.

Well...

You've been practicing.

And remembering.

You should have been
the one to die, not her.

Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu!

Good, get it all out.

Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu.

Matta!

I had you.

Listen, Will.

You were too young
to understand

and I was too hurt
to explain.

You were never
too hurt for anything.

She was your mother

but she was my wife.

And when she died,
all that kept me going was you.

You had a strange way
of showing it.

I came here thinking

we could talk this out.

But maybe you're right.

Maybe I am no father.

And you're no son.

And this fight
is all we have left.

Matta!

What is it now?

You can't do that.

What?

Hachidan kiritsu.

It's illegal.

You're kidding.

All these years...

That's why I never won.

You were cheating.

It worked, didn't it?

Kept you coming back for more.

Incredible.

You cheated me.

How did you get away with it?

You were just a kid.

By the time you were 12 years
old, I knew I couldn't take you

but I had to keep you
interested.

I had to keep you
challenged, didn't l?

I always hated you for that.

Damn it, Will.

You were barely out of diapers
when she died.

You hardly knew her.

I loved her.

Of course you carried
the pain, so did l.

I should have explained this
to you a long time ago

but it hurt too much.

And then the wall grew up
between us.

Living there, you and me

the wall got bigger.

You know...

it's funny.

I can talk
to a whole roomful of admirals

about anything in the galaxy

but I can't talk to you
about how I feel.

How do you feel?

How do you think?

I love you, son.

I've got to get back
to, uh, the Starbase.

I know.

I'm glad you came.

Be careful now, okay?

Starbase Montgomery's
briefing specialist

and analytical team
have beamed down, sir.

Ah, what were the analytical
team's findings?

They suggested we
reprogram the system

to correct
the readout variables.

Precisely what Commander Data

recommended, as I recall.

At least it gave Commander Riker

the opportunity to consider
his promotion.

Now that he's accepted

we can leave him
at Starbase Montgomery.

Number One?

Captain

with your permission

I've decided to stay
on board the Enterprise.

Granted.

Thank you, sir.

Take us out of orbit,
Ensign Crusher.

Breaking synchronous orbit, sir.

Set course for Beta Kupsic.

That is still our destination?

Mm-hmm.

Velocity, warp factor 5.

Course and speed set, sir.

Any particular reason
for this change of heart?

Motivated self-interest.

Right now, the best place
for me to be is here.

Engage.