All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e10.The.Defector

Brother John Bates

is that not the morning
which breaks yonder?

I think it be.

But we have no great cause
to desire the approach of day.

Who's there?!

A friend.

Under what Captain serve you?

Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

I pray you,
what thinks he of our estate?

Even as men wrecked upon a sand

that look to be washed off
at the next tide.

He hath not told
his thought to the king?

No.
Nor it is not meet he should.

For though I speak it to you

I think the king is...
but a man, as I am.

The violet smells to him

as it doth to me.

In his nakedness,
he appears but a man.

Therefore his fears,
out of doubt

be of the same relish
as ours are.

Yet, no man should possess him
with any appearance of fear

Iest he, by showing it,
should dishearten his army.

He may show
what outward courage he will

but I believe,
as cold a night as 'tis

he could wish himself in Thames
up to the neck.

Methinks I could not
die anyplace so contented

as in the king's company.

His cause being just

and his quarrel honorable.

That's more than we know.

Or more than we
should seek after.

If his cause be wrong

our obedience to the king
wipes the crime of it out of us.

But if the cause be not good

the king, himself, have
a heavy reckoning to make

when all those legs and arms and
heads chopped off in a battle

shall join together
at the latter day and cry all

"We died at such a place."

The king is not bound to answer

the particular endings
of his soldiers

the father of his son

nor the master of his servant.

Splendid, Data, splendid.

You're getting
better and better.

Freeze program.

Thank you, sir.

I plan to study the performances
of Olivier

Branagh, Shapiro and Kullnark.

Data...

You're here to learn

about the human condition.

And there is no better way
of doing that

than by embracing Shakespeare.

But... you must discover it
through your own performance

not by imitating others.

Riker to Picard.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Go ahead, Number One.

Sensors are picking up

a unidentified craft
in the Neutral Zone.

It's heading toward
Federation space.

We're on our way.

Picard out.

We'll get to the rest of the act
another time, Data.

Computer, file program
and clear.

Captain, why should a king

wish to pass as a commoner?

If he is the leader,
should he not be leading?

Listen to what Shakespeare

is telling you
about the man, Data.

A king who had true
feeling for his soldiers

would wish to share
their fears with them

on the eve of battle.

Sir, will I be able to schedule

a performance for the crew
in the near future?

Let's not rush it, shall we?

Hmm.

Outpost Sierra Vl
confirms our readings, sir.

They identify it
as a Romulan scoutship.

Bearing: 270 mark 14.

Scoutship.

What would a scoutship be doing
this far into the Neutral Zone?

Captain, shall we transmit

a warning to withdraw, sir?

Open a hailing frequency.

Aye, sir.

Captain, the Romulan
is hailing us.

Visual.

Not within range, yet.

Open a channel.

Federation ship, do you read?

I require urgent assistance.

This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the USS...

Federation ship, please help me.

Requesting asylum.

Under pursuit.

Pursuit?

Visual range.

On screen, 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.

Red Alert.

Open a channel to the warship.

Come to intercept course.

Keep us out of the Neutral Zone.

Channel is open.

How long before they cross over
into Federation territory?

41 Seconds, sir.

Romulan warbird

this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation vessel
Enterprise.

You have crossed
into the Neutral Zone

and are engaged
in hostile action.

Explain yourself
and your intent.

No reply, sir.

Hail the scout.

Responding.

On screen.

Federation craft...

please, you must help me!

We are moving to intercept.

Maintain your course and power.

The scoutship
is severely damaged, sir.

Engines inoperative,
shields are down.

Position?

Coordinates 140 by 205, sir.

Federation space.

Right. Move to within
five kilometers.

Mr. La Forge, prepare to extend

our shields
around the Romulan scoutship.

At that range, the shields
won't be able to take

much punishment, Captain.

Five kilometers, sir.

All stop.

Extend shields.

Shields in place.

We've got the scoutship,
Captain.

The weapons on the warbird
are fully powered, sir.

Lock phasers.
Open a channel.

Ready.

Romulan vessel

you are now
in Federation territory.

Unless you withdraw...

No argument?

Warbird has re-entered
the Neutral Zone.

Heading
toward Romulan territory.

Massive power failure
to the scoutship, sir.

All systems are going off-line

including life-support.

Transporter 2, prepare to beam

the occupant of the scoutship
directly aboard.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf.

Mr. Data,
lock onto the scoutship.

Take it in tow.

Energize.

I must see your Captain
immediately.

We'll get you to Sick Bay.

After that...

This cannot wait!

I have information
vital to your survival.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43462.5.

We have beamed aboard
an apparent Romulan defector

who claims to be
a low-ranking logistics officer

with extraordinary information
about a secret offensive.

The humiliating defeat
at the battle of Cheron

has not been forgotten.

The new leaders have vowed
to disregard the treaty

and claim the Neutral Zone.

Nelvana lll is just
the first step.

You're saying an entire base

has already been
established there?

Within 48 hours, the reactor
core will be on-line.

So the Federation sensors
that monitor the Neutral Zone

just missed it.

It would seem so.

In two days,
a fleet of Romulan warbirds

will be within
striking distance

of 15 Federation sectors.

The Federation
will not permit that.

Then it is war that we're
talking about, isn't it?

Destroy the base now
and the threat is over.

Well, I'm sure you are fatigued
by your ordeal

and you require
medical attention.

Lieutenant Worf

will you conduct Sublieutenant
Setal to the Sick Bay?

We will attend

to your quarters.

No doubt you will wish
to question me further.

No doubt.

He tells a hell of a story.

You don't believe it.

Well, the Empire knows
that we would never allow them

to build a base
within the Neutral Zone.

Commander, that would not be
an atypical Romulan ploy.

In their long history of war

the Romulans have
rarely attacked first.

They prefer to test
their enemy's resolve.

I think he's a plant

to draw us
into the Neutral Zone.

That way, we look
like the aggressors.

And the Romulans would have

a legitimate excuse
for responding in force.

Exactly.

That would also

not be an atypical
Romulan ploy, sir.

It's always a game of chess
with them, isn't it?

Well, at least he's given us

a chance to get a look

at some Romulan
technology close-up.

Mr. La Forge, you will lead
the away team over to the scout.

Commander,
you and Counselor Troi

will conduct Setal's
interrogation.

Captain, permission to
observe the interrogation.

No, Mr. Data.

I need you
on the Bridge with me.

There is much to be done.

We have less than 48 hours
to prevent a war

or, perhaps...

to start one.

This will depend

on establishing the truth...

I set
the autodestruct sequencer

before I left the ship.

Why?

Wouldn't you?

To prevent your ship
from being captured?

Excuse me for being
a little confused, Setal

but I thought
you were defecting.

I am not a traitor.

All you can see is
the opportunity to exploit me.

The Federation credo--
exploitation!

Oh, you couldn't get aboard
my ship fast enough, hmm?

Strip it down.

"What secrets might it reveal
that we can use?"

You're shortsighted people.

Can't you understand?

I came to stop a war.

If you could just hold still.

With your metabolism

this will heal in a few moments.

Thank you, Doctor.

How fortunate

that you know something
of Romulan medicine.

Yes, I had a chance to gain

some experience recently.

Oh, yes.

The incident
at the Galorndon Core.

The two officers.

You are aware of a great deal
for a logistics clerk.

It was common knowledge.

I could show you my rating code.

Forged credentials are
a simple matter for a spy.

How do you allow Klingon pahtk

to walk around
in a Starfleet uniform?

You are lucky
this is not a Klingon ship.

We know how to deal with spies.

Remove this tohzah
from my sight.

Your knowledge of Klingon curses

is impressive

but, as a Romulan might say,
only a veruul would use

such language in public.

Mr. Worf

please see
to the security arrangements

for our guest's stay.

Aye, sir.

You find something amusing?

Lieutenant Worf-- I like him.

To be more accurate,
I understand him--

a warrior, proud

fearless,
living only for combat.

Exactly the type
that will get us all killed

if we're not careful.

This is the food station.

You can reach me
through the com panel.

Later, we would like

to ask you
a few more questions.

Computer, water.

Temperature?

12 onkians.

This system is calibrated
to the Celsius metric system.

Any temperature at all

on the cold side
of whatever your system is.

There is no unusual activity
in the Nelvana system, sir.

Let's isolate
and magnify that system.

Nothing on the sensors.

It's hard to believe
in what one cannot see

and yet, conceivably,
with their cloaking technology

a fleet of Romulan warbirds

could be passing
before our eyes.

There must be some way
to neutralize this advantage.

Captain Picard, priority one
message from Starfleet

coming in on secured channel.

In my ready room.

Computer, delay time?

Two hours, 22 minute delay
from time of transmission

at Starfleet Command on Lya lll.

Computer, key access
412 mark 80.

Picard, Jean-Luc.

Starfleet priority code Gamma.

Decode.

Begin message.

Captain, we have received
an official protest

from the Romulan Empire

demanding the return
of your defector.

Obviously, we are
refusing to comply.

I join in your skepticism,
but if it is a deception

the Romulans are certainly
making a good show of it.

The Federation Council has
convened an emergency session.

There is no doubt in my mind

that this will eventually fall
on your shoulders, Jean-Luc.

You've got him.

You must decide
if he's telling the truth.

For now, I suggest you proceed
along the Neutral Zone border

toward a Federation position
proximate to Nelvana lll.

Picard to Lieutenant Worf.

Yes, Captain.

Please come to my ready room.

Aye, sir.
On my way.

Slow playback.

Display engine logs
and power data for both vessels.

Now, watch what happens
at 095433 on the clock.

The scout has sustained
engine damage

forcing him to slow
to.615 impulse power.

The warship should overtake
him, but it doesn't.

Now, just 2.6 seconds later

the warship slows
to precisely the same speed.

Three times,
three speed fluctuations.

The warship kept its
distance every time.

I don't think
they wanted to catch up.

And yet they fired
on the scoutship.

They could have killed him.

Not necessarily, Doctor.

The Romulans have
the same capability

to direct the impact
of their weapons as we do.

Hmm. Is there a possibility

the wound could be
self-inflicted?

They're very bad burns.

I hardly think...

A possibility.

Yes.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43463.7.

We are holding a position
at the Neutral Zone border

proximate to Nelvana lll.

If our guest is telling the
truth, there are 21 hours left

before the Romulan base
becomes functional.

The Monitor and the Hood
are headed in your direction

but they will arrive too late
to be of assistance.

Warnings have gone out
to all outposts along the border

as well as several independent
vessels in nearby sectors.

No one here wants a war, Captain

but we are prepared
to take them on

if that is what they want.

All Federation starships

have been placed
on Yellow Alert.

Come.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yes, Data, I want you
to prepare a class-1 probe.

Set the sensors
for maximum scan.

I want every meter
of Nelvana lll monitored.

I will start my calibrations,
sir.

Data...

Is there something else
you require of me, Captain?

Your clarity of thought.

Your objectivity, as always.

Sit down.

Data, it's very possible
that we are about to go to war.

The repercussions of what we do
during the next 24 hours

may be felt for years to come.

I want you to keep a record
of these events

so that history
will have the benefit

of... a dispassionate view.

I will begin immediately, sir.

Is that all?

How is the crew's spirit?

They are concerned

of course, Captain,
but confident.

Do you not see that, sir?

Data, unlike King Henry

it is not easy for me
to disguise myself

and walk among my troops.

That'll be all.

"Now if these men
do not die well

"it will be a black matter
for the king

who led them to it."

Why must we waste time
playing this ridiculous game?

There's more here
than you're telling us.

You're forcing yourself
to hold back.

I have told you
everything relevant

about Nelvana lll.

I'm not talking about the base.

The base is all that matters.

You're lying, Setal.

Go to Nelvana lll
and you will see.

We're not going anywhere
until we get to the truth.

You're a spy, aren't you?

No.

Then prove it.

You can begin by telling me
something about the location

and the strength
of the Romulan fleet.

I don't know it.

You're a logistics officer.

For one sector only.

-Who was your superior officer?
-Admiral Jarok.

The location
of the Romulan bases

along the Neutral Zone?

I don't know.

-ln your sector?
-lrrelevant!

The number of troops
under your admiral's command?

Irrelevant! Irrelevant!

I guess you're right.

It's not worth
playing this game.

Oh, what a fool I've been--

to come looking for courage
in the lair of cowards.

Captain Picard, priority message

from Security Officer,
Klingon vessel Bortas.

Mr. Worf, will you handle this
at security station, deck nine?

Aye, sir.

Sensors are configured
for planetary probe, sir.

Ready for launch.

Proceed.

Probe on course.

Sensors are functioning.

Coordinate your analysis
with Mr. La Forge.

I want this report
with dispatch.

I don't know, Data.

My gut tells me
we ought to be listening

to what this guy's
trying to tell us.

Your "gut"?

It's just a...
a feeling, you know--

an instinct, intuition.

But those qualities
would interfere

with rational judgment,
would they not?

You're right, sometimes they do.

Then why not rely strictly
on the facts?

Because you just can't rely
on the plain and simple facts.

Sometimes they lie.

They can lead
to the wrong conclusions

but they cannot lie.

Yeah? Well, what do you think?

Is he a defector or not?

The facts to date would lead

to the objective conclusion
that he is not.

Well... somehow I think

we're going to catch the
Romulans with their pants down

on Nelvana lll,
just like he says.

"With their pants...?"

A metaphor.

Catching them in the act.

Because your gut tells you so.

Exactly.

But you can't always
go with your gut, either.

It's...

Well, it's a combination, Data.

All right, I'll put it to you
this way.

All these feelings that get
in the way of human judgment

that confuse the hell out of us

that make us
second-guess ourselves--

well, we need them.

We need them to...

help us fill in
the missing pieces

because we almost never
have all the facts.

So a person fills in
the missing pieces of the puzzle

with his own personality,
resulting in a conclusion

based as much
on instinct and intuition

as on fact.

Now you're getting it.

Hmm.

But what does one do

if he has no instinct
or intuition?

Data, look at this.

The facts just took a left turn.

As the probe went into
orbit around Nelvana lll

it began picking up low-level
subspace radio emissions.

Could they be
naturally occurring?

No, sir, the patterns
are clearly artificial.

The signal was so faint

our ship's sensors couldn't
read it from this distance.

Can we decode it?

We've tried.

It's probably Romulan,
but we can't be sure.

We've also picked up
ionization disturbances.

Cloaked Romulan ships

could produce that effect.

What about the planet's surface?

Reading nothing but barren rock.

I don't know.

They might be able to hide
a base from our probe.

Its capabilities are limited.

The only way
we'll know for sure

is if we go down
and take a look for ourselves.

That'll be all, gentlemen.

I take it, you have never seen
a Romulan before.

That would be
an incorrect assumption.

Then why do you invade
my privacy?

I was attempting to ascertain
what my guts tell me about you.

You're the android.

I know a host
of Romulan cyberneticists

that would love to be

this close to you.

I do not find that concept
particularly appealing.

Nor should you.

I am told
by various crew members

that this viewport is
their favorite on the ship.

Hmm.

I thought it would bring me
some comfort

but these are not my stars.

Even the heavens
are denied me here.

Oh... synthetic swill.

I don't suppose
your food terminals

would be capable
of producing a Romulan ale?

I am afraid that would require

the molecular structure
of the beverage in question.

And, as you are no doubt aware

our knowledge of your planet
is quite limited.

The loss is yours.

For I have visited
over a hundred different worlds

and none possessed
the awesome beauty of Romulus.

Am I correct in assuming

you regret your decision
to come here?

What I did had to be done

but... never again to see
the firefalls at Gal Gath'thong

and the spires of my home

as they rise
above the Apnex Sea at dawn.

It's a bitter thing
to be exiled from your own home.

It does appear unlikely

you will ever be allowed
to return to your planet.

The cold reaction of an android.

But perhaps we can bring Romulus
to you.

Program complete.

Run program.

After you.

The Valley of Chula.

I know it well.

You are free to stay here
as long as you wish.

I no longer live here.

Turn it off.

Cancel program.

This... this is my home
now, my future.

I have sacrificed everything.

It must not be in vain.

Arrange a meeting between
myself and Captain Picard.

Tell him Admiral Jarok
wants to see him.

Captain, we have confirmed

that you are holding
Admiral Alidar Jarok.

He has been identified
as the commander

at the massacre
of the Norkan outposts.

The council strongly advises
that you consider Jarok

an unreliable source
of information.

Bring him in.

Ensign, will you wait outside?

Have a seat, Admiral Jarok.

Captain, there is no more time.

Admiral, have a seat.

You see, I'm just not convinced
that you are telling the truth.

What must I do?

You must convince me.

If I had irrefutable evidence...

but you did not bring
irrefutable evidence.

You brought no evidence at all.

And now I hear you are not
the man you claimed to be.

Admiral...

your credibility
is stretched beyond belief.

A Romulan defector is almost
a contradiction in terms

but Admiral Jarok
crossing the lines?

I explained my motivations
to your interrogators.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes--
peace in our galaxy.

Except, Admiral,
you are not a man of peace.

Your military record,
what we know of it, is clear.

Which is precisely why I chose
an alternate identity here.

The massacres in the Norkan
outposts, for example.

What you call "massacres"
were called

the "Norkan campaigns"
on my world, Captain.

One world's butcher
is another world's hero.

Perhaps I am neither one.

On what basis, Admiral,
am I to decide?

Hmm?

Your good word?

Are you willing
to help us overpower

the Romulan B-Type warbirds
we may encounter?

Are you prepared
to help us detect them

through their cloaking shields?

Well, you see my problem,
Admiral.

You ask us for faith

in circumstances which are
hardly possible to believe

compounded by lies
and your refusal to tell us

what you know.

I cannot betray my people.

You've already betrayed
your people, Admiral.

You've made your choices, sir.

You're a traitor.

Now, if the bitter taste of that
is unpalatable to you

I am truly sorry,
but I will not risk my crew

because you think you can dance
on the edge of the Neutral Zone.

You've crossed over, Admiral.

You make yourself comfortable
with that.

Do you... have any children,
Captain Picard, a family?

No.

Oh. Then you have sacrificed
too much for your career.

Yes, this is all
very interesting...

There comes a time
in a man's life

that you cannot know

when he looks down at the first
smile of his baby girl

and realizes he must change
the world for her--

for all children.

It is for her that I am here.

Not to destroy the Romulan
Empire, but to save it.

For months

I tried desperately
to persuade the High Command

that another war
would destroy the Empire.

They got tired of my arguments.

Finally, I was censured

sent off to command
some distant sector.

This was my only recourse.

I...

will never see
my child smile again.

She will grow up believing

that her father is a traitor.

But she will grow up...

if you act, Picard, if we stop
this war before it begins.

I can't and I won't

unless I have
unequivocal cooperation.

Admiral Jarok has provided me
with the locations, strengths

and tactical plans
of the Romulan fleet.

Mr. La Forge, he is prepared

to give you data
regarding engines

weapons,
and the cloaking systems

of the warbird class starship.

But I believe

his experience as a field
commander will be more valuable

for its strategic sense
than in the technical areas.

Any edge will help, Captain.

Don't depend on this.

For all we know,
he may be still lying

but we shall find that out
soon enough.

Number One

set course for Nelvana lll.

Second Officer's Log,
Stardate 43465.2.

We have entered the Neutral Zone

in direct violation
of the Treaty of Algeron.

Presuming Romulan warships
are cloaked and monitoring us

we expect heavy resistance

as we approach Nelvana lll.

Tactical?

Nothing on sensors.

I don't like it.

I would have expected
a greeting party.

You echo
another noteworthy commander

in similar circumstances,
Number One.

A countryman of yours--

George Armstrong Custer

when his Seventh Cavalry
arrived at The Little Bighorn.

May we have better luck.

Approaching Nelvana system.

Engage impulse engines.

Nelvana lll on screen.

Still no signs of them
on sensors.

In a way, I'd rather be fighting
my way through this.

It's just too damned easy.

Prepare to enter standard orbit.

Data?

Scanning the planet, sir.

No life forms, no power sources,
no weapons systems.

No indication of a base at all?

No, sir.

The subspace signal
the probe detected?

The ionization disturbances?

I am picking them up, sir

but I cannot identify
the source.

They seem to be moving
in an orbital path

with an 800-kilometer apogee.

Lieutenant Worf,
bring the Admiral up here.

Aye, sir.

Maybe they abandoned the planet
after he defected.

There is no scarring
on the planet surface

that would denote heavy
construction of any kind.

A cloaking device of some sort
to hide the entire base?

A cloaking device
operating on the surface

would be given away
by visible distortion effects.

Perhaps you would care
to explain

why we are here, Admiral.

There doesn't appear
to be a base.

I don't understand.

Nelvana lll, Admiral!

No base!

No weapons!

No sign of any life at all!

I-I saw
the tactical communiques--

the records,
timetables for completion.

An entire legion
was assigned to this section.

Is it possible they could have
been feeding you disinformation?

You said
that you had been censured--

reassigned four months ago.

They knew
of your dissatisfaction.

Could all this have been
to test your loyalty?

No.

No!

It's impossible.

They let you escape

with an arsenal
of worthless secrets.

What other explanation
is there?

Permission to withdraw
from the Neutral Zone.

At your earliest convenience,
Number One.

Helm, bring her around
180 degrees!

Geordi, get us out of here!

I hear you, Commander.

Two Romulan warships uncloaking.

Coordinates...

Shields holding.

Damage?

Minor damage
to the secondary hull.

Power transfer fields
may be pinched off.

I'm working on it.

Captain?

Not yet, Mr. Worf.

This is just a tap
on the shoulder

or we wouldn't be here
talking about it.

The Romulans are hailing us.

On screen.

Captain Picard

I hardly expected
to see you again so soon.

It seems this time
you are the one

who has made an aggressive move
across the Neutral Zone.

Commander Tomalak,
as I am sure you already know

we were responding to warnings

of Romulan incursions
at Nelvana lll.

But, Captain, as you can see,
there is no incursion.

And the matter
of the unidentified

subspace radio emissions
and the ionization disturbances?

Oh, you must mean
our orbiting probe.

We are studying Nelvana lll
for... archaeological research.

With a cloaked satellite?

Oh, really, Captain,
would you have us believe

this satellite is an excuse

for your aggressive charge
across the Neutral Zone?

You can believe what you wish

and we will be on our way.

Without even an apology,
Captain?

If an apology will do,
then I offer it.

I'm afraid it won't

so I will save you
the humiliation.

Get to it, Tomalak!

You see, Picard,
after we dissect your Enterprise

for every precious bit
of information

I intend to display
its broken hull

in the center
of the Romulan capitol

as a symbol of our victory.

It will inspire our armies
for generations to come

and serve as a warning
to any other traitor

who would create ripples
of disloyalty.

All the communiques,
all the timetables

all the records--
they were all fiction

written for my benefit.

A test...

a test of my loyalty.

And you used me
to lure the Enterprise

into the Neutral Zone.

First, Captain, you will
return the traitor, Jarok.

Then you will surrender
as prisoners of war.

Do you seriously expect me
to accept those terms?

No, Captain Picard,
I expect you won't.

You have 30 seconds to decide.

I do not require one, Tomalak.

I urge you, Captain Picard--
surrender.

Consider the men and women
you would lead

into a lost cause.

If the cause is just
and honorable

they are prepared
to give their lives.

Are you prepared
to die today, Tomalak?

I expected more from you
than an idle threat, Picard.

Then you shall have it.

Mr. Worf.

Aye, sir.

Klingon warships--
armed and ready, sir.

What shall it be, Tomalak?

You will still not survive
our assault.

And you will not survive ours.

Shall we die together?

I look forward
to our next meeting, Captain.

Romulan disrupters
are powering down, sir.

Cancel Red Alert.

Mr. Worf, will you extend

the appreciation
of the Federation

and my personal gratitude
to the Klingons.

Aye, sir.

Take us back, Number One.

I did it for nothing.

My home, my family...

for nothing.

He ingested a Felodesine chip.

He must have
brought it with him.

I'm sorry, Captain,
there was no antidote.

A letter to his wife
and daughter.

Sir, he must have known
it would be impossible

for us to deliver it.

Today, perhaps

but if there are others

with the courage
of Admiral Jarok

we may hope to see
a day of peace

when we can
take his letter home.