All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s02e19.Manhunt

Captain's Log, Stardate 42859.2.

We are in orbit
around Antede lll

awaiting the arrival
of two dignitaries.

Our mission is to escort them

to a conference
on planet Pacifica

where they will be given
the opportunity

to join the Federation.

I thought you might find
this interesting, Mr. Crusher.

Few humans have seen an Antedean
in the flesh.

Welcome.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard

Captain of the Enterprise.

Are they all right, sir?

Yes.

This is their preferred
way of space travel.

Their physical condition
is good enough

considering the circumstances.

It is a self-induced
catatonic state--

their way of dealing
with the trauma of space flight.

Will we try to revive them?

No, not until we reach
the Pacifica conference

three days from now.

Doctor, have you prepared
a sick bay facility

to accommodate our guests?

Well, as soon as I can make
some adjustments.

Their physiology is unusual.

You can store them
for a few hours?

Sure, I'll have them kept
here out of the way.

Mr. Worf, provide security.

Aye, sir.

What's in that container?

Vermicula.

It's their food.

When they come out of stasis

they'll be very hungry.

They eat this?

In great quantities.

What a handsome race.

So, what did you think
of the Antedeans, Wesley?

They are rather
strange looking, Commander.

Judging a being
by its physical appearance

is the last major
human prejudice, Wesley.

Point is well-taken, Mr. Data.

I'm sure that, to the Antedeans,
we are equally unattractive.

Captain, we are being hailed

by a small transport vessel
just coming into range.

Oh, my God.

What's the problem?

What's she doing here?

On screen, Captain.

Starship Enterprise, come in.

We have you on viewer, pilot.

Enterprise, I have a passenger,
a VlP passenger who I more...

Oh, let me talk to them.

I'm sure I'm more articulate
than that.

Mother.

Captain.

We are receiving Starfleet
orders granting a Lwaxana...

Lwaxana Troi--

Daughter of the Fifth House

Holder of the Sacred
Chalice of Rixx

heir to the Holy Rings
of Betazed.

...full ambassadorial
status, sir.

It looks like it's back
into that dress uniform, sir.

And yours as well, Commander.

She is listed as representing
the Betazed government

at the conference.

Mother, please,
don't do this to me.

Do what to you, Little One?

Oh, Jean-Luc,
what naughty thoughts.

But how wonderful
you still think of me like that.

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.

It's so like my mother
to do the unexpected.

Well, it will be... pleasant

to have her as a guest
of the Enterprise again.

Energize.

Legs! Where are the legs?

Where they belong, Mother,
right under you.

Oh, I hate that.

I will never completely trust
this device, Jean-Luc.

Captain Picard, Mother.

Explain to her.

I'm sorry they startled
you, Mrs. Troi.

They're Antedean delegates.

They're being stored
here temporarily.

Delegates?

Last time I saw
something like that

it was being served on a plate.

Oh, darling.

Well, well, well.

And you, Jean-Luc

I wasn't aware you had
such handsome legs.

My valet is waiting.

You may beam him aboard now.

You remember Mr. Homn,
of course.

It would be hard to forget
Mr. Homn.

I've retained his services

despite the outlandishly
lustful thoughts

he spews in my direction.

You can put that down, Homn.

We can't deny the Captain
the honor

of carrying my belongings.

I will not interfere

with Mr. Homn's duties
this time.

Now, that's not what you're
really thinking, Jean-Luc.

You forget I'm a telepath.

Mrs. Troi, since this is
obviously significant to you...

I'll...

I'll carry it.

Just down this corridor.

He has nice legs too,
Little One.

Is he still yours?

Humans no longer own
each other that way, Mother.

Really?

That's a custom we may
have to introduce again.

Thank you.

Glad to help.

Well, I trust you will
be comfortable here.

If you will excuse me.

Um, I am serving
a Betazoid dinner

of greeting tonight, Captain.

It is an Ambassadorial function.

It sounds delightful.

He's a fine man.

Solid, he's reliable.

He's a little bit
on the stuffy side

but, all in all,
he's not that bad.

I can't believe you, Mother.

You sound like you're
sizing up a commodity.

But that's exactly what men are,
darling, especially human men.

Was your father

ever unhappy with me?

No, he worshipped you.

But I don't think I'll ever
learn to see men the way you do.

You will as you mature, darling

and the men in your life
are going to bless you for it.

You're so beautiful.

And she actually complimented
Captain Picard on his legs?

I would have thought a telepath

would be more discreet, sir.

Exactly the opposite.

She knows what's on your mind

and she lets you know
what's on hers.

Gentlemen.

I think we must not
lose sight of the fact

that we are talking
about someone

who has been granted
ambassadorial rank.

Even though she may appear
somewhat eccentric

Lwaxana Troi must be treated
with the appropriate respect.

Is that understood?

Picard to Pulaski.

Yes, Captain?

When did you last look in
on the Antedean guests?

Doing so right now, Captain.

Are they still catatonic?

Status of the beings
is unchanged.

Pulse, still steady.

Respiration, normal for them.

Understood.

Keep me informed.

Picard out.

I'll be in my quarters.

It will be a dress uniform
dinner, gentlemen.

Sir?

To which dinner was
the Captain referring, sir?

Nothing I've been invited to.

Have any of you?

Very interesting.

Doctor.

You're not attending the dinner

with the rest of us
this evening?

Why, I've already eaten,
but thanks, Captain.

I seem to be a little early.

I'm sure the others
will be here soon.

The other officers--
Commander Riker, Counselor Troi?

Hello, Jean-Luc.

So glad you could come.

A toast to Earthmen

who, despite
their many faults

have that unique ability

to charm women of all races

in all corners of the galaxy.

Speaking on behalf
of men of Earth--

which is indeed
an awesome responsibility--

I thank you.

I know what you're
thinking, Captain.

You do?

You're wondering whether
I'm seeing any other man

on a serious basis.

Well, actually, I wasn't...

Ah, I wouldn't worry
about it, Jean-Luc.

Competition seems
to bring out the best

in the human male.

The fact is, l, um...

I was not expecting
this setting.

I had assumed
that my senior bridge officers

would be attending.

You never assume anything
where Lwaxana Troi is concerned.

Betazoid women are
full of surprises.

Ah, strange.

I'm not really
very hungry tonight.

I wonder what's made me
lose my appetite.

Any ideas?

Of course.

You're giving thanks
for your food.

I had forgotten about that.

I wonder how many other
cultures have similar customs.

I don't know.

Well, let's find out.

Commander Data.

Yes, Captain.

Mrs. Troi and I are having
a very interesting discussion

about various societies'
ways of giving thanks.

The Betazoids' use of the chime,
for instance.

The use of the chime
is quite unique

but not at all dissimilar

to the Ooolans
of Marejaretus Vl

who use two large stones

which are continuously struck
together during the meal.

Those at the dinner must eat
until the stones are broken.

Or the Oligarchy at Atifs lV
which requires a young...

Data, this is fascinating.

Don't you agree,
Mrs. Troi?

Commander, if your duties permit

why don't you join us
for dessert?

I'm sure that Mrs. Troi
would much appreciate

the pleasure of your company.

What?

Indeed, sir.

I am on my way.

Data out.

How could you possibly think

I would want to share
our special time together

with that, that,
that robot of yours?

Because of Data's wonderful
after-dinner conversation.

His anecdotes
are the stuff of legends

aboard this ship.

So, by using
the square root of pi

and multiplying it
by nine to the third power

I was about to accurately
calculate the distance

between the Omicron system

and the Crab Nebula.

Oh, fascinating, Data.

Absolutely fascinating.

I'm sure Mrs. Troi
would love to hear

the one about the anomalous
chemical composition

of brown dwarf stars.

Not really.

Yes, Captain

that is a particularly
spellbinding subject.

In most stars,
the rare Earth element europium

is enriched relative to
samarium and gadolinium.

That so?

It is.

However...

Your mother seems quite
an interesting woman, Deanna.

Hmm. Perhaps I should
tell you something

about my mother's
condition at this time.

Condition at this time?

It's something that occurs
to Betazed females

as they enter midlife.

We call it "the phase."

Midlife, as in a human female's
menopause?

Similar.

It's only at midlife that
a Betazoid female becomes...

well, fully sexual,
if you know what I mean.

Yes, I think I do.

I also think
that I saw the Captain

on his way to her quarters.

I wonder
if I shouldn't warn him?

No.

As ship's doctor

I consider it
an excellent exercise

for his reflexes and agility.

Doctor!

For staying ahead
of your mother.

Yes.

An animal is always
at its best when hunted.

Or when hunting.

...and, at this point,
the second co-orbital satellite

avoids a collision
with the first...

Deanna, darling, thank
the Four Deities you're here.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No, I must, as a matter of fact,
be getting back to the Bridge.

Captain, perhaps I should remain
and further entertain our guest.

No.

I mean, I'm sure you're needed
on the Bridge as well.

Well, thank you for...
a delicious meal.

We must do this again sometime.

I know we will.

Well, Little One

the Captain is every bit
as charming as your father was.

Mm.

Data, you will never know
how much I owe you for that.

Indeed, Captain.

I know many more
interesting anecdotes, sir.

For example...

Data.

Sir?

Later.

Yes, sir.

Why would you come aboard
at a time like this?

Well, I had no choice.

I was going to Pacifica,
you were going to Pacifica.

Don't be absurd, Mother.

You knew what would happen.

What stage is it in?

Oh, I have it
completely under control.

What stage is it in?

Well, far enough along
for me to enjoy it, Little One.

Now I know why you wore
that dress.

Don't be ridiculous,
this simple little dress?

Nothing provocative about it.

What are we going to do?

Well, I'm going to do the only
honorable thing there is to do.

And I'd say your Captain
has the inside track.

Mother, don't even think it.

Why not?

He was thinking about it
all through dinner.

I was what?

I tell you, Deanna,
for a telepath

your mother's accuracy
leaves much to be desired.

Actually, her telepathic prowess

is quite advanced,
except for now.

Except for now?

Don't misunderstand me,
Counselor.

Your mother is
a beautiful person.

My mother is beginning
a physiological phase.

It's one
that all Betazoid women

must deal with
as they enter midlife.

Yes, it's something Troi
warned me about

when we first started
to see each other.

A Betazoid woman, when she
goes through this phase

quadruples her sex drive.

Or more.

Or more?

You never told me that.

I didn't want to frighten you.

She has opted

for the only dignified
option open to her.

Isolation?

She has decided to focus

all her sexual
energy on one male

who will, of course,
eventually become her husband.

It seems, Captain

that you are the early favorite.

Congratulations, sir.

I'm not amused, Number One.

There must be some way
to convince her

that it's quite impossible

without offending her.

You cannot apply human-style
logic to this, Captain.

A Betazoid woman in the phase

would be shocked
and deeply resentful

should you spurn
any such advances.

She would take it personally.

Well, under the circumstances

I think it would be... prudent

if I were to make myself
less available

for the duration of the journey.

Agreed.

Setting--
San Francisco, California

United States of America.

The year-- 1941 AD.

The office of Dixon Hill,
private investigator.

Program complete.

You may enter when ready.

Hi, Dix.

Madeline.

Good to see you again.

You're too much, Dix.

You make it sound like you
ain't seen me in a year.

You got two calls.

They're on your desk.

New cases?

Are you kidding?

The last time we had a new case

Hitler and Stalin
were bosom buddies.

The landlord came by.

He wants the geedus,
or he wants you out.

The geedus?

The moolah, Dix, the rent.

And since we're on the subject

it's been a month
since I seen anything.

Now, I know it's been tough

since you got
out of the hospital

but I got responsibilities.

Then I suppose I had
better get a case.

It wouldn't hurt.

~ Let's take a boat to Bermuda ~

~ Let's take a plane
to Saint Paul ~

~ Let's grab a kayak
to Quincy or Nyack ~

~ Let's get away from it all ~

~ Let's take a trip
in a trailer ~

~ No need to come back at all ~

~ Let's take a powder
to Boston for chowder ~

~ Let's get away
from it all... ~

Unavailable?

Ship's business?

You mean ship's business
takes precedence over me?

I'm afraid so, Mother.

Oh, well, he was
too old for me anyway.

Homn.

Perhaps we should consider
my alternate plan.

Alternate plan?

Oh, you worry too much,
Little One.

You mother has the situation
well in hand.

There's a gentleman here
to see you, Mr. Hill.

And he doesn't look

Iike a client.

Hill, the name is Slade Bender.

Excuse me.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Bender?

It's about Alva.

You'll have to be
a little more precise.

Okay, you want to play stupid,
that's jake with me.

A week ago, a man came in here.

He wanted you to find his
girlfriend, name's Alva.

Did I find her?

You know, you're
getting on my nerves.

You found her, all right.

Face down in the river.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, we're all
broken up about it.

Especially the boyfriend, who
has been indicted for murder.

And what are you here to do?

Ask for a refund?

Nah, I'm here to kill you.

Computer, freeze program!

Computer, this isn't
what I wanted at all.

It's much too violent.

I'm here to relax,
not to dodge bullets.

Reconfigure.

Please define.

More... ambiance.

Less... substance.

Do you wish to leave
the holodeck and reenter

or continue from this point?

No, I will continue.

Program complete.

You may continue.

There's a gentleman
here to see you, Mr. Hill.

Thank you, Madeline.

You a private dick?

That's what it says on my door.

Is that supposed to be funny?

Because if it is,
you got to know

that I ain't
in the mood for funny.

Now, I came here
on serious business.

There's a job
I want you to do for me.

Computer, freeze program.

Clear.

Computer,
this still isn't right.

One kind of violence has been
substituted for another.

Reconfigure.

You may continue.

Thank you.

You're through ducking me, Hill!

Computer, freeze program!

Variations on a theme.

Computer, perhaps I am not
clearly defining my intent.

The flexibility of the program
is limited

to the parameters
of the Dixon Hill novels.

Yes, of course.

Even in this state,
they possess a certain dignity.

A graceful countenance.

If you say so, Lieutenant.

I see.

Is this how you felt
when you first saw me?

Well, maybe at first,
a little.

But now that I've seen
more Klingons

I've come to think
you're handsome

for a Klingon.

That didn't quite come out
the way I meant, sir.

I still say

they'd look better in sauce.

When will the good
Captain revive them?

Not until we reach
Pacifica, ma'am.

Oh.

You seem a fine boy.

One day you'll grow up
to be a big, strong man

but I'm afraid I cannot afford
to wait for you to mature.

Now that's more like it.

Your thoughts,
they're primal, savage.

I like that in a man.

I am not a man.

Well, which is in your favor--

men so often being
irrational and egotistical.

But, unfortunately

I've grown accustomed
to human companionship.

Pity.

You'd have made a fine choice.

Well, who's next, Mr. Homn?

Ah, yes.

Let's to it.

I'm not getting any younger.

What was that all about?

So, Madeline,
I'll see you later.

Activate program.

Leaving, Dix?

Uh-huh.

You're not going
to Rex's Bar, are you?

Rex's Bar.

Why do you ask?

It's one of the messages
I left on your desk.

Well, that sounds like
an excellent idea.

Would you care to join me?

Me? Have a drink with you?

Why not?

There ain't no
"why not" about it.

It's just that this is
the first time you ever asked.

Is that a problem?

Not for me.

But you better take this.

Why?

Because if we're
going to Rex's Bar

you're going to need it.

Hey, Dix, what do you know
and what do you say?

See this?

Germany's getting ready
to invade England.

Who's going to stop them?

Somebody better.

Just as long as it isn't us.

The last thing
America needs to do

is fight in another World War.

Actually, the Second World War,
although disastrous

did end with the United States
taking its place

as a dominant world power
and cultural influence

in the second half
of the 20th century.

Additionally, that war
was a catalyst

of technological advancement.

Developments in rocketry
and fission

resonate on into
the 24th century.

I don't know if I should
pour you one, Dix.

Sounds like you got
a snootful already.

What's this?

The usual.

Uh-huh, ah yes.
Now let me see.

That would be, uh, scotch, neat.

What else?

Mm-hmm.

And for the lady?

Rye and ginger.

Money.

I keep forgetting
the need to carry money.

I must remember not to let
this happen again.

Right.

I don't mind you
being on the cuff

but you're up the sleeve
halfway to my collar.

Is that why you wanted to see
me, about my bar bill?

No, it's on account
of Jimmy Cuzzo.

Jimmy Cuzzo--
I know that name.

He's why I gave you the gun.

What was the name of that case
he was involved in?

The Parrot's Claw.

Geez, Dix.

Cuzzo is the guy
who iced Marty O'Farron.

They never would have nailed him
if it hadn't been for you.

Your testimony got him arranged.

Yeah.

Yours and mine.

So, you brought me here

because you didn't want
to face him alone.

I don't want
to face him at all.

I'm hoping that seeing us
together

will slow him up long enough

to get some things straight.

And if it doesn't?

Then you'll just have
to kill him.

Bridge, this is Dr. Pulaski.

We've just completed
the transfer.

The Antedeans
are now in Sick Bay.

Acknowledged, Doctor.

Mother, what are you doing here?

You can't just stroll
onto the Bridge

whenever you feel like it.

But I didn't just stroll on,
dear.

I took that turbo tube,
or whatever you call it.

Uh, the Captain's not here?

Um, he is busy
elsewhere, ma'am.

Oh, well...

I have other interests as well.

You're scheming something,
Mother.

Don't try to fool me--
I can tell.

You're always so melodramatic,
Little One.

I'm not scheming,
I'm deciding.

Mother, not him.

And why not him?

He 's adorable.

Pulaski to Bridge.

Riker here.

The Antedeans are coming around.

They are currently in the early
stages of post-hibernation.

How long until they're
fully conscious?

I'd guess it to be
a matter of hours now.

Very well.
I'll inform the Captain.

If you'll excuse me, ma'am.

You're going
to see the Captain?

But I thought he was tied up
on ship's business.

In a manner of speaking, he is.

I'm not going to be
disturbing him.

I'll just give him
the message.

Oh, excellent timing.

Then you may also
inform him about us.

Us?

You don't mind

if I let our ship's crew
know first, do you, William?

Uh, friends...

dear friends.

You are all invited

to a prestigious occasion
on the planet Pacifica.

No.

There, on the shores
of the Western sea

in a traditional
Betazoid ceremony

your Commander Riker and l

will be joined
in the union of matrimony.

Married?

Until death us do part.

Mrs. Troi, I don't know
how to tell you this...

Oh, I know how you feel, dear.

You're overwhelmed
with excitement.

Oh, believe me, I understand.

We'll talk about
the details later.

Right now, there are
preparations to be made.

Why did you stop me?

Somebody needs
to set her straight.

I think I'll leave
that to the Captain.

Coward.

Commander, are you planning
on going into the holodeck?

I thought I might.

Would you like to join me?

Could you postpone our departure
for just five minutes, sir?

No problem.

You said you had
responsibilities.

What exactly did you mean?

You know
about my mother's cousin.

The girl from San Antonio
I told you about?

Jimmy.

I'm as jumpy as Haircut Lapinski

trying to land on a fraction.

Sorry to bother you, Captain.

Captain?

Call me Dix.

Sorry to bother you, Dix.

But our two passengers
have awakened.

Oh, then it's time
for me to go.

What about Jimmy Cuzzo?

You can't leave Rex
to face him alone.

I'll be back
before Jimmy Cuzzo arrives.

I guarantee,
it will be taken care of.

Just relax.

Your friends have
time for one drink

haven't they, Dix?

Oh, yes, of course.

One more round.

These are my associates.

This is "Nails" from Chicago

and this is, uh...

Carlos.

From South America.

This is Madeline,
my secretary

and I want you to meet Rex...

You know, I don't think
I ever heard your last name.

Hmm, don't think I have one.

Just Rex, that's all.

So, fellas, tell me
your troubles.

Well, troubles.

We've got some, Captain.

It seems that a certain woman--
both wealthy and beautiful--

now thinks that she's
going to marry me.

She's got looks and bucks?

Sounds like you've got yourself
one heck of a deal.

Oh, my fiance just has
to see how I look in this.

Come along, Homn.

Hello, uh... computer?

Is Commander Riker
still on the Bridge?

Negative.

Riker is currently
in Holodeck 3.

Holodeck?

Where is that?

Follow the com panel lights.

They will lead you there.

Com...? Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Good God, what's that?

I bet that's the broad
with the big bucks.

Hey, come on over here, darling.

I've got the best
stool in the house

saved for you.

So this is where you've
been hiding, Jean-Luc.

I'm surprised you let this part
of the ship get this dirty.

Oh, relax, Commander.

You've been making
your true feelings quite clear.

Obviously, you feel
unable to handle me.

Anyway, why would a beautiful,
high-class lady like yourself

want to hook up
with a mug like that?

You're too good for him,
if you ask me.

You are a very
interesting person.

You're not so bad yourself.

In fact, you're as much class
as this joint's ever seen.

Here.

On the house.

It's French.

Well, almost.

This is the most remarkable man.

I've never met anyone like him.

I don't suppose you have.

He's strong.

I get no thoughts
from him at all.

Nothing.

Well, I've never known a man

so able to keep his true
feelings completely hidden.

That's because...

No man has ever

been such a mystery to me.

I usually know their thoughts
before they do.

But not with me, huh?

No, and I never realized
how erotic that could be.

Um... carry my beverage
to that table.

We have some things to discuss.

~ Somewhere there's music ~

~ How faint the tune ~

~ How faint the tune ~

~ Somewhere there's heaven... ~

Should we tell her?

~ How high the moon... ~

I think it would be only fair

but let's allow her the moment.

~ When love
is far away, too... ~

Food. Food.

Worf, the vermicula.

Food. Food. Food.

Pulaski to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Our passengers are
on their feet.

Understood.

I better get to the Bridge.

What's their condition?

Hungry.

Would you like to be shown
to your rooms?

Are you coming, Mrs. Troi?

Not just yet.

Tell William that I'm sorry

but Rex and I are
getting married.

Mrs. Troi, your government
expects me to deliver you

to the conference on time

and that's what I intend to do.

Pity.

Duty calls, darling.

But I'll be back for you later.

Mrs. Troi, there is something

you ought to know about Rex.

Oh?

Imagine, allowing me
to go on like that

with that man
who doesn't even exist.

But you always say you
like surprises, Mother.

Hmm.

Why are they still here?

We thought since you were going
to the same conference

you might like to beam down

with the other delegates.

They're not delegates,
those two are assassins.

That is an outrage!

Lies!

We demand you transport us
at once.

Don't bother to deny it.

Your minds are
so unsophisticated

I can read your thoughts
in my sleep.

Oh, their robes
are lined with ultritium.

Highly explosive.

Virtually undetectable
by your transporter.

She is correct, sir.

I am detecting
large amounts of ultritium.

Well, of course you are.

They were planning on blowing up
the entire conference.

Mr. Worf, take them to Level 5.

Disarm them.
Hold them for questioning.

Aye, sir.

Ah, well.

I didn't find a mate, but
I did save the conference

as well as your reputations.

All in a day's work, I suppose.

Good-bye, Mrs. Troi...

and thank you.

Energize, Chief O'Brien.

Jean-Luc, shame on you

for thinking such a thing.