All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e07.The.Enemy

Placing beam-out marker!

Return transport
14 minutes, 40 seconds.

Is your view any better,
Geordi?

Not too bad, Commander.

A lot of charged
particle precipitation

but I can compensate.

Communicators are dysfunctional.

Tricorders?

Readings only follow
within five meters.

Good thing we didn't bring Data.

We'd be unscrambling
his circuits for a week.

Commander, picking up something
on the positron scan.

Over here.

Some electrically
conductive objects.

Recognize those markings, Worf?

Yes, sir.

Romulan.

What the hell were they doing
in a Federation sector?

Picking up traces
of ultritium residue.

An explosive device
must have been used

to destroy the craft
after it crashed.

All right.

Let's spread out--
25-meter radius.

Our window back
closes in 12 minutes.

Commander!

Commander Riker!

Four minutes to beam-out.

Where is he?

Wait here.

Worf! Worf!

Commander Riker!

Geordi!

Geordi!

Worf!

Commander Riker!

Hold your position, Mr. Worf.

Worf!

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.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43349.2.

An unidentified distress signal
has led to the discovery

of a crashed Romulan vessel

on the surface of Galorndon
Core, a Federation planet.

We have recovered one survivor

but Lieutenant Commander
La Forge

did not report back
with the away team

and is still missing.

Get him to Sick Bay.

Secure Sick Bay.

Post a guard in visual contact
at all times.

He's not going anywhere,
Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Commander.

There's just no way to lock in
on anything down there.

Keep trying, O'Brien.

The electrical storm's
creating thousands of ghosts.

Well, beam some of
those ghosts back.

One of them may be Geordi.

Permission to lead
another away team, sir.

Denied.

When we get another
window in the storms.

The crash site?

The Romulan craft
is a total loss.

There's nothing to salvage

unless you want to use tweezers.

No sign of others?

Well, you couldn't see
more than two meters

in front of yourself down there.

It certainly is the last place

one would expect
Romulan encroachment.

On the other hand...

Galorndon Core
would provide ideal cover

for the opening move
of a new offensive.

I doubt if they were
there for the climate.

We thought it would be
like working on Vulcans

but there are
subtle differences--

too many of them.

Can you treat him?

He has cell damage
to vital areas.

He's going to need a transfusion
of compatible ribosomes

in order to recover.

I'm setting up a schedule to
test every member of the crew.

We can't use the replicator?

The molecules are too complex.

Will he survive?

I can't answer that yet.

Well, let me put it
another way--

will he survive long enough
to tell us

what he was doing down there?

Doctor, it's an important
consideration.

I can bring him around
for a few minutes

but there is one
serious complication.

His brain waves indicate early
neural pathway degeneration.

Head injury?

There's no obvious
cranial trauma.

I'm guessing his exposure

to the magnetic fields
on the surface

were slowly breaking down

his synaptic connections.

Will that affect Geordi

the same way?

He'll be conscious
for a minute or two.

You're on board the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

We're treating your injuries.

How long were you down
on Galorndon Core?

Do you understand me?

I... will not answer questions.

We need to know if there are
other survivors on the surface.

I am alone.

I will not answer any questions.

Do you have a mother ship

who should be advised
of your condition?

The only answer he wants to give
is that he was alone.

Which suggests that he wasn't.

Something, anything
to cut through the storm.

Some way to get a signal
through to him.

A neutrino pulse.

We could build a portable
neutrino source and send it

in a probe
to the planet surface.

It'll act like a beacon.

A neutrino pulse would send
non-charged particles

back up through the atmosphere

and would be detectable
by Geordi's VlSOR.

He can show us that he's found
it by modifying the pulse.

Make it so.

Captain, I have
a new transmission

on a parallel frequency
to the distress call.

From the surface?

No, sir.

From inside the Romulan Zone.

We should be able
to view the transmission.

On screen.

Tomalak to Pi.

We have received
your distress signal.

Respond.

If you can hear me

we are entering
the Neutral Zone now.

We will reach you in six hours.

Mr. Worf,
hail the Romulan vessel.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Romulan vessel,
this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation Starship
Enterprise.

The frequency is open, sir.

Commander Tomalak

we have intercepted
your transmission.

You are not to enter
Federation space.

Captain Picard, my apologies.

Had I known
you were in this sector

I certainly
would have advised you

before crossing
the Neutral Zone.

Indeed.

I'm sure you will understand
when I explain.

One of our ships had
a slight navigational error

and apparently crashed
on Galorndon Core.

A slight navigational error?

Nearly half a light-year
past the Neutral Zone?

I assure you, Captain,
no aggression was intended.

Commander, we have recovered
one of your survivors.

He is on board your ship?

He's being treated
for severe injuries.

And his craft?

Destroyed... deliberately...
after the crash.

I'm sure you are prepared
to leave at once

and rendezvous with me
in the Neutral Zone.

I have an away team
on the planet.

We're waiting for a window
in the storm to beam them up.

And then you will return
my officer?

Are there any other Romulans

we should be looking to recover
from Galorndon Core?

No, it was a one-man craft.

Captain, we will be
at the Federation border

of the Neutral Zone
in roughly five hours.

We will expect you
to rendezvous at that time.

Counselor?

There's great hostility
behind his smile.

He'll stop at nothing
to complete his mission.

Including
the Neutral Zone border.

Captain, I see no reason to
return the Romulan to his ship.

He should be held
and interrogated.

We have every right
to detain him, sir.

But without evidence
of intent, Number One

it will not be a simple matter.

It obviously wasn't
pilot's error.

I think it demands
a response from us.

But we must measure
our response carefully

or history may remember
Galorndon Core

along with Pearl Harbor
and Station Salem One

as the stage
for a bloody preamble to war.

I want him off all drugs.

They're not doing anything.

Dr. Crusher to Picard.

Go ahead, Doctor.

My patient is not responding
to treatment.

You haven't found
a compatible ribosome donor?

The lab is still processing
the tests.

Early results indicate humans

have far too many
bio-rejection factors.

I've also ruled out the Vulcans
we've tested.

I think I'll try a little
old-fashioned country medicine--

keep the fever down,
try to let the body heal itself.

Keep me advised.
Picard out.

Captain, the neutrino
beacon is operational

and we've placed it

aboard a class-3 probe.

Well done, Ensign.

Mr. Worf, launch the probe.

Aye, aye, sir.

Probe has reached
the surface, sir.

The neutrino stream
is coming in strongly.

Sensors are tracking the probe
despite the interference.

A stationary neutrino source...

Wesley Crusher.

Thank you, Wesley.

You are my prisoner!

Right.

Congratulations.

Surely a strategic triumph
for the Romulan Empire.

Stay there!

My shoes are getting
full of sand.

I just hate that, don't you?

Name and rank.

Lieutenant Commander
Geordi La Forge.

I don't think I got yours.

A Romulan ship
will arrive shortly.

You will accompany me on board.

I don't think so.

See, we heard your message, too,
and, well...

the fleet's in, Commodore.

The sky's full
of Federation ships.

You're lying.

I never lie when I've got sand
in my shoes, Commodore.

Get up.

Seriously...

the only way out of here

is for you to put that thing
down, and as soon as there's

a window in the storm...

Are you okay?

You got to be kidding.

Sit.

Welcome to Galorndon Core

where no good deed
goes unpunished.

Yes, Doctor?

Lieutenant, good.

Come in.

Please sit down.

We have finally found
a compatible ribosome match

for the Romulan

but only one--

you.

That is impossible.

I am a Klingon.

Different species, yes

but many humanoids have
comparable cell structures

and you have
what this Romulan needs.

There's absolutely no risk
to you.

You did understand

that was the purpose
of all the testing?

I have no objection to tests.

You have an objection
to being a donor.

Yes.

Lieutenant, I understand
your feelings about the Romulans

but this is not the time
or the place...

If you had seen them kill
your parents

you would understand, Doctor.

It is always the time and place
for those feelings.

This Romulan didn't murder
your parents

and you are the only one
who can save his life.

Then he will die.

I sure wish you'd put that away.

You're afraid of dying.

You bet I am.

Who isn't?

I'm not.

Right.

To die in the service
of my people?

Ah, the Romulan path to glory.

You can be sarcastic now

but in a few millennia,
when humans are extinct

and the Romulan Empire
spans the galaxy...

You really believe that stuff,
don't you, Commodore?

You may address me
as Centurion Bochra.

Bochra...

good, solid Romulan name.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Wrong.

Your heart rate
just shot way up.

It translates
a wide range of radiation

into neural impulses;
allows me to see.

Without it, you're blind?

Yeah.

How did this happen?

I was born that way.

And your parents let you live?

What kind of question is that?

Of course they let me live.

No wonder your race is weak.

You waste time and resources
on defective children.

Whoa...

Must be having some sort of...
polarity shift.

The diagnostic insists
everything's fine.

Hey... hey,
your body temperature's

gone up
almost another full point.

What are you saying?

I don't know. I...

It... it must be this place.

It's... all that
electromagnetic soup.

It-it's wreaking havoc
on our nervous systems.

Your metabolism's messed up.

So's my interface
with the VlSOR.

We got to get out of here
while we still can.

Sit down!

Bochra...

Sit down!

What is that?

It's just a background
fluctuation, Commander.

He hasn't found it yet.

Then he must be hurt or dead.

When does our next window
open up, Mr. Data?

There's no indication,
Commander.

I have no way to predict.

Incoming Romulan transmission,
Captain.

They're early.

The Romulan warbird
should still be

29 minutes away from the edge
of the Neutral Zone.

Close enough, however,
to see that we're not there.

On screen.

Picard, I'm approaching
the Federation border

and the Enterprise
is not to be found.

Why?

My away team is unable
to leave the surface

because of the storms.

And my officer?

He is alive.

His life remains in jeopardy?

Yes.

And yet you will still
not permit me to cross

into your precious Federation
space to retrieve him?

If the point has not yet been
made clearly, Commander

Iet me make it again.

Romulan warships
do not enter Federation space

unless they are prepared
to do battle.

But a mission of mercy?

A mission to recover
one of your officers

who has been caught
on a Federation planet...

for reasons as yet unknown.

I have already explained.

And I have rejected
your explanation.

Territories.

You would measure territories
against a man's life?

Commander,
I am singularly impressed

by your concern for a life.

Do not risk any more lives
by leaving the Neutral Zone.

Picard out.

Bochra... Bochra,
you're in bad shape

and my vision's getting worse.

Now, there's a beacon out there
that'll get us back to my ship

but not if I can't find it.

I cannot surrender
to the Federation.

Then stay here and die.

If the situation were reversed

would you not die
to avoid capture?

I don't know.

I might, if I thought
it was necessary

if the stakes were high enough

but they'd have to be
pretty damned high.

I guess I'd make
a pretty lousy Romulan, huh?

I no more wish to die
than you do.

Bochra...

there are times
when it's necessary

to die for one's ideals.

Do you believe
this is one of those times?

Come on.

Let's go find that beacon.

Whoa.

What is it?

Everything's gone blank.

I'm blind.

Come.

Worf.

You are busy.

Forgive my intrusion.

For what it's worth

I understand your bitterness.

With respect, sir, you cannot.

I am asked to give up
the very lifeblood

of my mother and my father
to those who murdered them.

So you blame all Romulans
for that?

Yes.

Forever?

What if someday, the Federation
made peace with the Romulans?

Impossible.

That's what your people said
a few years ago about humans.

Think how many died
on both sides in that war.

Would you and I be
here now, like this

if we hadn't been able let go
of the anger and the blame?

Where does it end, Worf?

If that Romulan dies

does his family
carry the bitterness

on another generation?

Then you believe I should.

What I believe doesn't matter.

My Starfleet training
tells me one thing

but everything I am
tells me another.

Lieutenant Worf,
report to Sick Bay.

Acknowledged.

Lieutenant, his life
is coming to an end.

I thought it important
for you to see him again.

It's not too late
to change your mind.

Come close to me, Klingon...

and let me die with my hands
at your throat.

There is a substance
within my cells

which you need to survive.

Then you've come to hear me
beg for my life.

No.

I would rather die

than pollute my body
with Klingon filth.

I've lost almost all
feeling in my legs.

My synapses must be
turning to jelly.

The VlSOR's fine.

I just can't see a thing.

How do we locate the beacon?

We don't.

Do all humans give up so easily?

Bochra, we're lost.

Unless you've got something
that can smell neutrinos.

We have the sensor device
you're carrying.

Tricorder.

It's not set up
to detect neutrinos.

Your eye device does.

Connect them.

That's crazy-- they don't
speak the same language.

Besides, I'd never be able
to get an accurate sampling.

Wait a second.

Wait, I wouldn't need
an accurate sampling

just a pointer.

A neutrino Geiger counter.

No, it's still not possible.

You cannot do it.

Under normal circumstances,
maybe.

Here, no way.

Why?

Because I can't see!

Adapting the neural output pods
of the VlSOR is tricky work.

It can't be done by touch.

Then I will be your eyes.

The storm is beginning
to subside, Captain.

We should have a window
in less than an hour.

There's still no indication
that he's found the beacon, sir.

Assemble an away team.

Yes, sir.

Captain, the Romulan warship

has crossed
the Neutral Zone border.

It is in Federation space,
and heading towards us.

Belay that order, Number One.

Red Alert.

Make sure scanner select limiter

matches the VlSOR output range.

Not so fast.

Now, place
the neural output pods

in contact with
the tricorder scanner heads.

Ready.

Let her rip.

Bearing 3-5-0.

We did it!

The first Federation-Romulan
co-venture.

The storm may be breaking.

With any luck, there will be

an electromagnetic window
opening up

and we can get out of here.

At which point,
I will be your prisoner.

Can you walk?

I don't know.

Well, let's find out.

Come on.

Okay, let's go.

Straight ahead.

Okay.

To the right.

Come.

You wish to see me, Captain?

Yes, Lieutenant.

I assume you know
what it's about.

Yes.

The Romulan vessel
will reach us within the hour.

If our patient dies

it may be just the excuse
the Romulan commander needs

to start an incident.

The death of a Romulan officer
at the hands of the Federation.

Think of it.

I have, Captain.

So, there is no question
that the Romulan officer

is more valuable to us
alive than dead.

I understand.

Lieutenant...

sometimes the moral obligations
of command are less than clear.

I have to weigh the good
of the many

against the needs
of the individual

and try to balance them
as realistically as possible.

God knows
I don't always succeed.

I have not had cause
to complain, Captain.

Oh, Lieutenant,
you wouldn't complain

even if you had cause.

If you order me to agree
to the transfusion

I will obey, of course.

I don't want to order you,
but I ask you.

I... beg you to volunteer.

I cannot.

Lieutenant.

Sir?

That will be all.

Picard to Dr. Crusher.

Go ahead.

Do not continue

to enlist the cooperation
of Lieutenant Worf.

I won't have to, Captain.

The Romulan has died.

We've found it.

Now we have to alter
its signal pattern

so the Enterprise knows
we've found it.

Will that be difficult?

No, not with your help.

Scanners are showing
a window, Captain.

Expected duration?

Nine minutes, 40 seconds, sir.

No change in the neutrino
beacon signal, sir.

Romulan ship approaching,
bearing 354 mark 2-8-7.

On screen.

Entering phaser range.

We're being hailed, sir.

On viewer.

You have one chance
to escape destruction, Picard.

Return my officer at once.

Commander, you have entered
Federation space

despite my warning.

You forced the situation.

I will not leave without him.

He's dead.

Then he is
but the first to fall, Picard.

The Romulan ship
is routing power

to its forward disruptor array.

All shields to maximum.

Aye, sir.

Lock phasers on target.

Phasers locked and ready.

Captain, the signal pattern

from the neutrino
beacon is modulating.

It's Geordi.

We can't transport him
with the shields up.

If we lower our shields,
the Romulan will strike.

The electromagnetic window
on the planet is closing, sir.

Three minutes remain.

Transporter Room, lock onto
the neutrino beam and stand by.

Standing by, Captain.

The window is allowing
intermittent sensor readings.

There are still
numerous ghost images

but I believe we are picking up

two life-forms near the beacon.

Another Romulan?

I cannot say.

The electromagnetic interference
prevents an accurate reading.

But that's a likely hypothesis,
Number One.

If Commander La Forge
has located a second survivor...

Lieutenant, hail
the Romulan vessel.

Aye, sir.

They are ignoring our hail.

Repeat the hail, all channels.

You see, they have
no way of knowing

how accurate our sensors are.

Put on your best
poker face, Number One.

Open a frequency.

Commander Tomalak...

it would appear our away team

has located a second man
from your one-man ship.

We're preparing to beam them
to the Enterprise.

After which, of course, we will
return the survivor to you.

No acknowledgment, sir.

Commander, both our ships
are ready to fight.

We have two extremely powerful
and destructive arsenals

at our command.

Our next actions will have
serious repercussions.

We have good reason
to mistrust one another

but we have even better reason
to set those differences aside.

Now, of course, the question is:

Who will take the initiative?

Who will make the first gesture
of trust?

The answer is: I will.

I must lower our shields
to beam those men up

from the planet's surface.

Once the shields are down

you will of course have
the opportunity to fire on us.

If you do

you will destroy not only
the Enterprise and its crew

but the cease-fire

that the Romulans
and the Federation now enjoy.

Lieutenant, lower the shields.

Leave the hailing frequency
open.

Yes, sir.

Shields down.

Mr. O'Brien,
transport Commander La Forge

and the Romulan directly
to the Bridge.

Aye, sir. Energizing.

Security team to the Bridge.

Belay that order, Lieutenant.

Shields up.

No one is going to harm you.

You have my word on that.

Well, Commander?

If he has been
in any way mistreated...

I've given them
no information, Commander

but I have not been mistreated.

In fact, this human
saved my life.

Tomalak, how is it possible
that you didn't know

of the second Romulan
on Galorndon Core?

A simple misunderstanding,
Captain Picard.

I was obviously misinformed
as to the size of the craft.

I assure you
I intended no deception.

Of course not.

You doubt my good faith?

Let's just say my faith
would be strengthened

by a gesture from you--

such as powering down
your disruptors.

Disruptors powering down.

Thank you.

Cancel Red Alert, Lieutenant.

Commander, we shall return
your officer

and escort your ship
to the Neutral Zone.

That is acceptable.

It's good to have you back,
Commander.

It's good to be back, sir.

Actually, I have
Centurion Bochra

to thank for it.

Indeed.

Commander La Forge
and Lieutenant Worf

escort our guest to
Transporter Room One.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Close call.

Too close, Number One.

Brinkmanship is
a dangerous game.